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letra de what that mail like - dj screw

(intro):
yeah, what’s up fool
9-4, spice 1
kickin’ that g sh-t
tell me what that mail like n-gga
wanna make money
or just wanna get smoked

(verse 1):
push it in push it out
and i be the n-gga with the m-th-f-ckin’ glock
yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller m-th-f-ckin’ g
hoppin’ out a godd-mn ’94 cherokee
dumpin’ sh-t like a m-th-f-ckin’ p–per scooper
n-gga off his feet with the millimeter ruger
so tell me what that mail like
i keep possession of the yayo for sale hid in my tail light
throw away gats bubble gum pimps
and 2 dollar b-tches on my nut sack
and it was all a part of being young
my little nuts hung
fascinated by the tommy gun
n-ggas throwin’ up sets this is murder tonight
but f-ck that sh-t n-gga
tell me what that mail like
[talking]
you know what i’m sayin’?
n-gga talkin’ ’bout get payed in this motherf-cker and that’s real
feel me?
andrew jackson, my b-tch nina
you know what i’m sayin’?
my best motherf-ckin’ friends
i ain’t ’bout to come up short on here, yeah
y’all gon’ fell me
begin

(verse 2):
po-po’s wanna quiet me
cause i was tearin’ up sh-t like the m-th-f-ckin’ liar g
wax and tat’s from my n-gga andrew jackson
movin’ keys in large fractions
and this is the american dream
to a young m-th-f-cka age 13 to 19
he used to be my best friend
but the system got us bustin’ at each other over franklin
and that little white b-tch got the whole world smoked up
and then it be causin’ them n-ggas to loc up
smokin’ m-th-f-ckas cause they asked me :
ay, n-gga, do your momma smoke d
that’s the sh-t i gotta deal with
real last n-ggas can you feel it
tell me what that mail like
[talking]
yeah, you know you feel me on that sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?
i remember them motherf-ckers being on the dope spot
sellin’ dome to a motherf-cking mamma
and the son jumps off
you know what i’m sayin’?
n-gga mad ’cause they sold drug to his mamma and sh-t
feel me?
i’ve been through all that sh-t partner
[?] all began

(verse 3):
gotta live up to my rap as a g
still countin’ mail age 23
see me and franklin they can’t stop us
and now i got no friends i done smoked all my patnas
i never thought that the money will definitely k!ll ya’ll
4 lil’ young m-th-f-ckas robbin’ liquor stores
it’s all good patna get your cash
till one of them got panicky and started to blast
i took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
lyin’ on the ground confused as f-ck
i guess it had to take the bullet
to prove that the way i grew up was bullsh-t
lucky for me i had my vest on
cause i wouldn’t look too pretty with my chest gone
fool, and i’m back out slangin’ them d
got a nut in my pocket way unleased a g
see i’m a soldier in the sh-t you can tell right, n-gga
so tell me what that mail like
[talking]
see, i remember motherf-ckers used to hang out in elementary school
you know, clown and money bars and sh-t
you know, play hoop and all that old sh-t
but now, you know what i’m sayin’, motherf-ckers back in ’94, n-ggas sellin’ dope
you know what i’m sayin’, motherf-ckers used to play football now they sellin’ dope
shootin’ at each other, best friends k!llin’ each other and sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?
n-gga don’t like to see that, that’s how the sh-t gotta be in ’94
you know what i’m sayin’?
everybody down for they mail, motherf-ckers come short over money
you know what i’m sayin’, all for the love of the mail
so watch your back in ’94, n-gga if you’re paid
’cause there some playa haters out there that don’t like you
187 thousand g

- dj screw

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