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what that mail like - dj screw lyrics

(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 lyrics

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