's unless you wanna talk bad bitches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter
my dream is to be free A search for brighter days I ride through the maze of the madness struggle is my address where pain and crack lives gunshots coming from sounds of blackness given this game
, I don't know And it makes me scared Because I'm falling in love And I don't know if you feel the same I'm taking this time to write you this letter
dollar advance, for a three letter signature Holy frankincense and myrrh... [Outro: Understanding] Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings
ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Muahh kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king
think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends A born again hooligan only to be king again
so remember this) Please keep me in your mind if we ever have to part (Hey, hey, hey, don't forget shawty, hey) Don't forget to remember me Ay, the king
Em' was the third LP A sophisticated mean one, before similar voices were King Son A few others, but sooner or later, the game was Ra's kingdom At sixteen
We had a game, I called her Guenevere And she would always call me Galahad I was her king, she was my queen, my Guenevere The days were warm, the nights
showin niggas defeats And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin Slangin gangbangin run a game
to sleep cos i cant eat my noodles right dead bodies every other night we fucking up the appetite tragedy is an everyday thing put on a video game sit
plumber Took me shoppin' all day and at night, you kept it comin' Made dinner collard greens, candied yams, and steak Showed me the game how to import
would hate an' despise I'd rave an' I'd rant an' I'd scream an' yell An' I'd chase my neighbors from here to Hell If I hadn't heard those kids laugh playing games
unless you wanna talk bad bitches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter
with you Though not the man of your dreams, my planted schemes to be rich like a king and live my life trouble free I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games
(y'all really gon' hate him now) Why don't you come ride with me? Oooh-wee! [Nelly] First name Nelly, last name Nel First letter C, last letter
Drama do it. [DJ Drama] See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more, More like the Mixtape President, Barrak Odrama! It was definitely time for change, I mean the game
