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spice 1 - tell me what that mail like lyrics

(intro):
yeah, what’s up fool
9-4, spice 1
kickin’ that g sh-t
tell me what that mail like n-gg-
wanna make money
this one or get smoked

(verse 1):
push it in push it out
and i be the n-gg- 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’ cooper scoop a
n-gg- 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 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-gg-s throwin’ up sets this is murder tonight
but f-ck that sh-t n-gg-
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 sh-t like the m-th-f-ckin’ liar g
wax and tat’s from my n-gg- andrew jackson
movin’ ki’s 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-gg-s to loc up
smokin’ m-th-f-ckas cause they asked me :
ay, n-gg-, do your momma smoke d
that’s the sh-t i gotta deal with
real last n-gg-s 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 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-cked
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 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 sh-t you can tell right, n-gg-
so tell me what that mail like

[ talkin ]
tell me what that mail like

- spice 1 lyrics

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