Scrabble

Lyrics for Scrabble

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