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Scrabble

Album: Scrabble Durasi: 3:24

I'm sorry for these forty-pointers in my Cartis

Early mornings, late for school, we was beefing more than Arby's

Toting choppers like a Harley, daydreaming of a damn Marley

Off-White same color as a Stanback

Quick to bleed a nigga block, that's a Tampax

Stepped on a chicken pot pie in some Van Gracks

We them ones giving head taps

Niggas know the truth, I dissent, I let you and your mans cap

How many times I gotta tell you niggas?

They know the real from the fake, man, these hoes

They can tell the difference

How many times I had to bail you niggas out?

Singlehandedly, I'm the one who held the city down

By my lonesome, ask who did it first, me, that's who

Whole brick of Sade, this shit the sweetest taboo

From where the FBI and DEA'll snatch you

Give you so many letters, shit look like you playing Scrabble

Let's get it

Until the judge bang the gavel

Until the truth be told and what have you

Until the story unfold and unravel

Until the evidence presented in a court of law

And the jury find me guilty, still it's ConCreatures

Even if they send me up shit creek without a paddle

It's Game Time Mafia where loyalty is law

Ducking the alphabet, shit feel like we playing Scrabble

Yeah, facing so many letters, shit look like we playing Scrabble

Ducking the alphabet boys, feel like we playing Scrabble

Euro stepped the work so hard, they damn near called a travel

Putting them squares back together like a game of Scrabble

He talking all that choppy shit, that really ain't his thing

Rocking out with Reddie and the bullies, gave 'em angel wings

Show up and show out, we ain't really tryna make a scene

Smear a little touch-up paint on it, I'm Mr. Maybelline

Put a blue check on your head and verify your glizzy

Hope you niggas ready to die, 'cause that ain't no biggie

Shedding tears never clarified your pity

I'll pop out with the mop sticks and terrify your city

My lil' niggas in the field like a ball diamond

Just 'cause you don't see me that don't mean I ain't involved

Kinda, sorta, get big bands by the border

And we move that weight quick, SlimFast, Tommy Lasorda

Until the judge bang the gavel

Until the truth be told and what have you

Until the story unfold and unravel

Until the evidence presented in a court of law

And the jury find me guilty, still it's ConCreatures

Even if they send me up shit creek without a paddle

It's Game Time Mafia where loyalty is law

Ducking the alphabet, shit feel like we playing Scrabble

Yeah, facing so many letters, shit look like we playing Scrabble

Ducking the alphabet boys, feel like we playing Scrabble

Euro stepped the work so hard, they damn near called a travel

Putting them squares back together like a game of Scrabble