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    E-40

    The Mail Man 1994 ©

    Neva Broke

    Hey, what's up my nigga
    Check this out you been listenin' for awhile
    Why don't you tell these niggas
    What they really thinkin' about
    When be wrappin' this mail


    Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
    I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
    And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck
    I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover
    I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush
    On my way to victories downtown surplus
    To get a blend aqua windbreaker
    To match blue latchin' vendeta
    Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in
    Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in
    So give up the ghost my nigga
    Remember me, I used to be your main nigga
    But fuck ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts
    I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks
    Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings, chains
    I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the range
    Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke
    As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm never broke

    As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke


    Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks
    Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch
    I'm that nigga to hate playas
    A playa hater starvin' like Somalia
    You got some yo-yo
    Cause I'm right back chokin' again
    Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in
    Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real
    I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals
    But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation
    Because it's too early for me to go back on a violation
    Fuck my P.O. I need some M-O
    N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door
    It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep
    The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep
    Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich
    Tell me where the fuck is yours, I'ma bust ya bitch
    Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up
    And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

    Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up
    Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke
    I'm never broke


    Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips
    I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil' dick"
    Havin' shame he was cryin' like a toddler
    Nigga couldn't stand here baby scream and holler
    I said "You got one mo' time nigga where is the minl"
    He said "It's in the den right corner, top vent"
    Folks remember that I'm scandalous and anti-fuckless
    I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers
    Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips
    Made her get up and suck a little dick
    The bitch had her some play though
    Ya know she deep throat my big ol'
    I dropped my strap like a sucker would
    She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
    She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
    I said "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure"
    You know this ain't the weather to mix business and pleasure
    Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker
    Helped rex loose, I hangin' juice
    And after juice you beggin' for this shit
    Like you gon' knock it out better
    Picked up my tech up off the ground
    Pistol whipped, tied up sittin' down
    I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do
    To the vent I went to collect all my due
    Struck out the side of boss game steward
    Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark
    Through the dark alleys black this black that
    As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah

    I'm never broke


    Oh I see
    So what you're saying is a girl
    Is something like an investment
    Keep your revenues up to par
    And all you need is a strap

    Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
    See I'm way respected in the rap industry
    Cause I skip, spit that real-life type shit
    Feel it, so let's hustle up the true motherfuckers
    Apart from the tarp
    And the motherfuckin' good from the not huh

    1994 ©




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