(Intro):
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Yeah, what's up fool
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9-4, Spice 1
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Kickin' that G shit
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Tell me what that mail like nigga
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Wanna make money
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This one or get smoked
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(Verse 1):
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Push it in push it out
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And I be the nigga with the muthafuckin' Glock
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Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller muthafuckin' G
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Hoppin' out a goddamn 94 Cherokee
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Dumpin' shit like a muthafuckin' cooper scoop a
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Nigga off his feet with the millami the Ruger
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So tell me what that mail like
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I keep possession of the yayo for sales hid in my tail light
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Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps
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And 2 dollar bitches on my nut sack
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And it was all a part of being young
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My little nuts hung
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Fascinated by the Tommy gun
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Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
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But fuck that shit nigga
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Tell me what that mail like
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[ talkin ]
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Tell me what that mail like
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(Verse 2):
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Po-Po's wanna quiet me
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Cause I was tearin' up shit like the muthafuckin' liar G
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Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson
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Movin' ki's in large fractions
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And this is the American dream
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To a young muthafucka age 13 to 19
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He used to be my best friend
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But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
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And that little white bitch got the whole world smoked up
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And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
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Smokin' muthafuckas cause they asked me :
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Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D
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That's the shit I gotta deal with
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Real ass niggas can you feel it
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Tell me what that mail like
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[ talkin ]
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Tell me what that mail like
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(Verse 3):
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Gotta live up to my rap as a G
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Still countin' mail age 23
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See me and Franklin they can't stop us
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And now I got no friends I done smoked all my patnas
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I never thought that the money will definitely kill ya'll
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4 lil' young muthafuckas robbin' liquor stores
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It's all good patna get your cash
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Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
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I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
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Lyin' on the ground confused as fucked
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I guess it had to take the bullet
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To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit
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Lucky for me I had my vest on
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Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
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Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D
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Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
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See I'm a soldier in the shit you can tell right, nigga
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So tell me what that mail like
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[ talkin ]
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Tell me what that mail like
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Tell Me What That Mail Like
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| Spice 1 |
