[VERSE 1] Time for the payback, backpay Can't let homie live to see his birthday A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man Now his ass is trash like a garbage can Caught up in some shit with the mailman
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom [3x]
Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room
[VERSE 2] They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do) They say the youngsters doin shit that you wouldn't believe They say the youngsters on the street snort hop like a muthafucka (Hm-hm) Well, check this part out, brother (Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot Little homie went to purchase himself a brand-new glock (That's right) Right off that hop, premiditated plot I'll park around the corner and do a walk-by Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind Nothin against the muslims, but I was raised eatin swine Trapped in the game since 1979 My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules I got some clues, and I refuse To let the sucker that killed my homie get away smooth
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom [3x]
When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
[VERSE 3] Thinkin, tweakin, sniffin, hoppin, plottin Schemin, actin like a demon My pores is stinkin, and I'm all sweaty Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti Oh no, the mail man gotta go He killed my homie, but he forgot that it was one mo' To go, so I figured that he's after me Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him True, now I'm waitin for departure Cause I'm never late on arrival Grabbed the landmines, bazookas, grenades, and tommy-o And I can't forget the glock, cause it's the most reliable Shit, fuck it, I'ma just take the glock deep I scoped out his spot, I know where he sleeps Hot-wired the Thunderbird I'm headed for the suburbs Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty Took the third exit to another part of the city Now I'm his presence, about to let him have it Caught him walkin to his car, and now he's in a casket
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom [3x]
When I see the mail man, then his ass is doomed
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom My strap went boom [3x]
Had him hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle Gotta watch your back and play it well Stay away from fawlty muthafuckas That's real
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!)
Hoppin like a rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! (Boom-boom!)
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