Tell Me What That Mail Like Lyrics - Spice 1

Yeah, what's up fool 

9-4, Spice 1 

Kickin' that G shit 

Tell me what that mail like nigga 

Want to make money 

This one or get smoked 

Push it in push it out 

And I be the nigga with the mothafuckin' Glock 

Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller mothafuckin' G 

Hoppin' out a goddamn ninety four Cherokee 

Dumpin' shit like a mothafuckin' 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 two 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 

Tell me what that mail like 

Po-Po's want to quiet me 

Cause I was tearin' up shit like the mothafuckin' 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 thirteen to nineteen 

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 

Tell me what that mail like 

Gotta live up to my rap as a G 

Still countin' mail age twenty three 

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 y'all 

Four 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 

Tell me what that mail like