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Scrabble
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Nicholas Craven & Boldy James
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I'm sorry for these 40 pointers in my Cartis Early mornings late for school We was beefing more than Arby's Toting choppas like a Harley Daydreaming of a damn Marley Off white same color as [?] Quick to bleed a nigga block, that's a Tampax Stepped on a chicken pot pie in some Vangrack's We them ones giving head taps Niggas know the truth I [?] you and your man's cap How many times I gotta tell you niggas? They know the real from the fake Man, these hoes they could tell the difference How many times I had to bail you niggas out? Singlehandedly, I'm the onе who held the city down By my lonesomе, ask who did it first, me that's who Whole brick of Sade, this shit is 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 the court of law And the jury found me guilty, still its ConCreatures Even if they send me up Schitt's Creek without a paddle It's Gangtime, Mafia, where loyalty is law Ducking the alphabet, shit feel like we playing Scrabble (Yeah) Faxing 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 [?] and the bullies, gave 'em [angel wings?] Show up n show out, we ain't really tryna make a scene Smear a little touch-up paint on it, I mix the Maybelline Put a blue check on yo' head and verify your [?] 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 because you don't see me that don't mean I ain't involved kinda Sorta, get big [?] 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 the court of law And the jury found me guilty, still its ConCreatures Even if they send me up Schitt's Creek without a paddle It's Gangtime, Mafia, where loyalty is law Ducking the alphabet, shit feel like we playing Scrabble (Yeah) Faxing 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
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