Tell Me What That Mail Like (feat. 2Pac)

Yeah, what's up, fool?

Nine-four, Spice 1

Kickin' that G shit

Tell me what that mail like, ****

Wanna make money

This one or get smoked

Push it in, push it out

And I be the **** with the motherfuckin' clap

Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller motherfuckin' G

Hoppin' out a goddamn '94 Cherokee

Dumpin' shit like a motherfuckin' cooper scooper

**** off his feet with a millimeter Ruger

So tell me what that mail like

I keep procession of the year for sales, hittin' my tail light

Throwaway 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

**** throwin' up sets in this murder tonight

But fuck that shit, ****, tell me what that mail like

Know what I'm sayin'?

**** talk about gettin' paid on this motherfucker and that's real

(Tell me what that mail like)

Feel me

Andrew Jackson

My bitch mean

Know what I'm sayin'?

(Tell me what that mail like)

I ain't 'bout to come up short out here

(Tell me what that mail like)

P-Gang

Po-po's wanna quiet me

'Cause I was tearin' up shit like the motherfuckin' liar G

Wax and Tats from my ****, Andrew Jackson

Movin' ki's in large fractions and this is the American Dream

To a young motherfucker 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 **** to loc' up

Smoking motherfuckers 'cause they asked me

Ay, ****, do your mama smoke D?

That's the shit I gotta deal with, real last ****, can ya feel it?

Tell me what that mail like

Yeah

For real, you gon' feel me on that shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

(Tell me what that mail like)

You know y'all motherfuckers be on the dumb spot

**** sellin' dope to a motherfucking mama

(Tell me what that mail like)

The son jump off, ****

You know what I'm sayin'?

**** mad 'cause they sold drug to his mama and shit

(Tell me what that mail like)

Feel me

I've been through all that shit, partner

Peep all the gang

Gotta live up to my rep 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 smoke all my partners

I've never thought that the money will definitely kill y'all

Four lil' young motherfuckers robbin' liquor stores

It's all good, partner, get your cash

Till one of them got panicky and started to blast

I took two to the chest and one to the gut

Lyin' on the ground confused as fuck

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 pretty with my chest gone

Fool, and I'm back out slangin' them D

Got a nut in my pocket way unleashed the G

See, I'm a soldier in the shit, you can tell right, ****

So tell me what that mail like

Yeah, see

I remember motherfuckers used to hang out in elementary school

You know, clown and money bars and shit

(Tell me what that mail like)

You know, play hoop and all that old shit

But now, you know what I'm sayin'

(Tell me what that mail like)

Motherfuckers come back in '94, **** sellin' dope

You know what I'm sayin'?

Motherfuckers used to play football now they sellin' dope

(Tell me what that mail like)

Shootin' at each other, best friends killin' each other and shit

Know what I'm sayin'?

(Tell me what that mail like)

**** don't like to see that, that's how the shit gotta be in '94

You know what I'm sayin'?

Everybody down for they mail, motherfuckers come up short over money

You know what I'm sayin'?

All for the love of the mail

So watch your back in '94, ****, if you're paid

'Cause there some player haters out there that don't like you

187 Thousand G