Tell Me What That Mail Like Lyrics by Spice 1

Tell Me What That Mail Like Lyrics

    (intro):
    Yeah, what's up fool
    9-4, spice 1
    Kickin' that g shit
    Tell me what that mail like nigga
    Wanna make money
    This one or get smoked

    (verse 1):
    Push it in push it out
    And i be the nigga with the muthafuckin' glock
    Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' g
    Hoppin' out a goddamn 94 cherokee
    Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' cooper scoop a
    Nigga off his feet with the millami the ruger
    So tell me what that mail like
    I keep processin' of the yea for cells [?] tell like
    Throw away gats bubble gum pimps
    And 2 dollar bitches on my nut sack
    And it was all a part of being young
    My little nuts hung
    Fascinated by the tommy gun
    Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
    But fuck that shit nigga
    Tell me what that mail like

    [ talkin ]
    Tell me what that mail like

    (verse 2):
    Po-po's wanna quiet me
    Cause i was tearin' up shit like the muthafuckin' liar g
    Wax and tat's from my nigga andrew jackson
    Movin' ki's in large fractions
    And this is the american dream
    To a young muthafucka 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 bitch got the whole world smoked up
    And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
    Smokin' muthafuckas cause they asked me :
    Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke d
    That's the shit i gotta deal with
    Real last niggas can you feel it
    Tell me what that mail like

    [ talkin ]
    Tell me what that mail like

    (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 kill ya'll
    4 lil' young muthafuckas 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 fucked
    I guess it had to take the bullet
    To prove that the way i grew up was bullshit
    Lucky for me i had my vest on
    Cause i wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
    Fool, and i'm back i'll be slangin' them d
    Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a g
    See i'm a soldier in the shit you can tell right, nigga
    So tell me what that mail like

    [ talkin ]
    Tell me what that mail like

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