Spice 1 - Tell Me What That Mail Like lyrics

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(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