Ay, I got one of them Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than
Preklad: Spice 1. Mo 'Mail.
them Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Mo' mail
A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga) [repeat] [Verse 1] I'm sick up in this game I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts & slam dunk these riddles up in
was grounded lyin in the dirt So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo' Now homie on his face, he rolled
face of a desperate man, G yeah-man So we can tear his face when him smokin' the endo Check motherfuckin' 1 check 1, 2 I gotta gets my mail thats what
niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo' Now homie on his
I unloads the clizip and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt about my motherfuckin lonely (by myself nigga) [CHORUS] 94 Spiggedy 1
you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
Plow! Ba-da-ba-a-a-ah Comin down now Spice 1 Ya know Jah man Come again Everybody wanna go to heaven But don't nobody wanna die Life's too sweet to
