Tonalité : D minor
Intro 1
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C
Em
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Verse 1
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Kick this shit
about the mail man
Verse 2
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[ VERSE 1 ] Time for the
payback, backpay
Can't let homie live to see his birthday
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Eb
Dm
A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the
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Dm
C
kidney
Bootsee muthafucka didn't
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know what hit him
What way, rode up on his
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Am
ass in a Chevy
Dm
Baby, nigga shoulda known
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that shit was heavy
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Eb
Domain, shouldn't a fuck
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up all my fuckin fetti
Dm
That I gave him,
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Am
spent my shit with a nigga from another city
Then they doubled,
tripled and sold his ass some swivle
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Little old sucker- butt nigga
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trust the mail man
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Eb
Cm
C
Now his ass is trash like
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a garbage can
Dm
Am
Cm
C
Am
Caught up in some shit with the mailman
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Verse 3
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(Boom- boom!) now they gloom
Dm
C
Am
C
Am
My strap went boom 3x
Verse 4
Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up
in the room
Verse 5
Am
[ VERSE 2 ] They say
the youngsters run the
penitentiary (I think they do)
They say the youngsters doin shit
that you wouldn't believe
They say the youngsters on the street snort
hop like a muthafucka
(Hm- hm) Well, check this part out,
brother
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(Okay) The nigga that the mail man shot
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Little homie went to purchase himself a
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Eb
brand- new glock
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(That's right) Right off that hop,
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premiditated plot
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I'll park around the corner and
do a walk- by
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Reconciliation, retaliation on my mind
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Nothin against the muslims,
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Cm
but I was raised eatin swine
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Am
Dm
Eb
Trapped in the game since 1979
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My niggas on the street taught
me to perk and drink wine
B
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose
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Em
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Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules
Em
Am
I got some clues, and I refuse
To let the sucker that killed my homie get
Verse 6
away smooth
Am
Dm
(Boom- boom!) now
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they gloom
Dm
Am
C
Am
My strap went boom 3x
Verse 7
When I see the mail man,
then his ass is doomed
Verse 8
Am
[ VERSE 3 ] Thinkin,
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tweakin, sniffin,
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hoppin, plottin
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Eb
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Schemin, actin like a demon
My pores is stinkin,
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Eb
Am
and I'm all sweaty
Hallucinatin, smellin like burnt spaghetti
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Ebm
Oh no, the mail man gotta go
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He killed my hom ie,
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but he forgot that it was one mo'
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Dm
Ebm
To go, so I figured that he's after me
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Am
Till the word on the streets
is that I'm after him
Dm
True, now I'm waitin for
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departure
Cause I'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines, bazookas,
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Am
grenades, and tommy- o
And I can't forget the glock, cause
it's the most reliable
Shit, fuck it,
C
I'ma just take the glock deep
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I scoped out his spot,
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Am
I know where he sleeps
Cm
Hot- wired the Thun
C
Am
derbird
I'm headed for the suburbs
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Ebm
Mobbin, doin about a buck fifty
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Am
Took the third exit to
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Eb
another part of the city
Am
Now I'm his presence,
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about to let him have it
Am
Caught him walkin to his car,
and now he's in a casket
Verse 9
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(Boom- boom!) now they gloom
C
My strap went boom 3x
Verse 10
Am
When I see the mail man,
then his ass is doomed
Verse 11
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(Boom- boom!) now they gloom My strap went
C
boom 3x
Verse 12
Am
Had him hop pin like a rabbit tryin
to touch the fuckin moon
C
Hm- hm
Verse 13
Am
C
Mail man needs money,
Am
C
Am
man
F- l- a- m- b- o- y- a- n- t
in this muthafucka
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Hm- hm, the mail man
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Ass- out jungle
Gotta watch your back and play it well
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Am
Stay away from
fawlty muthafuckas
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Am
That's real
Verse 14
Ebm
Eb
Boom- boom- boom- boom-
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Dm
boom!
Eb
(Boom- boom!)
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Hoppin like a rabbit tryin
to touch the fuckin moon
Dm
Am
Boom-
Verse 15
Ebm
boom- boom- boom-
Am
Dm
Eb
boom!
Am
(Boom- boom!)
Outro 1
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Now his ass is doomed
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