It's the roll of the you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the It's the who lose
I got a little proposition, homey, it out, we gonna put it down 'Cause you and I go way back and I know you done around peeps that I know done put me up on some shit Nigga, we all come up loc, we could all make grips
Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no ass flippin' Z's I'm talkin' Trump access, they comin' off a gang of keys Now what you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the Well, that it mo better, we gon' work this shit together
We gonna stack enough to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and no gettin' caught we gon' use the type of knowledge That they never tripped off of They ain't ready for this hellified shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I used the G to hook up that manpower Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to flour (Right) Now all we gotta do is make sure shit go through, partna Now your crew 'cause we got work to do
a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck And snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we make this shit work the whole crew come up With thousands in the Seiko's and fat pocketbooks (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
Next level in the game, homey, time to get this shit movin' We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got some to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines in blue suits
And afta Shorty Vic, and done picked up the shit gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any up ideas We gon' send Wino and Big to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to (Dallas) We got to hook up baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The thing about her is that if she get caught It's still all in the family so she ain't sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack shit in a mattress Nah, best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more And cross our and hope nobody get popped along the way
You can make this quick lick and be set up for But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
And them you last expect, sometimes out there waitin' But I hope you understand if you caught then you got shit to say (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
the roll of the dice That you afford to lose It's the nature of the It's the who lose
Everything is according to plan This is on its way to the man, to the man Sit to the goddamned man (Right)
But there's one thing you know some bustas on the bus talkin' loud And drinkin' and actin' the fool that shit ain't (Say what?)
Now, I want to have to switch this loc So, send bodies to the next stop To get this under (They on way)
But be that They all wearin' uniforms And they got medals and and shit They think say Desert Storm
And got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear vest It's gettin' kinda cold out here so have to be gone Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin'
(What's Up? Baby, goin' on, man?) (What, the fuck happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma to face shit I think somebody set us up, there's all over the place
That's the of the game, that's the way the game go Sometimes you rise high and sometimes you low (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
If you make it back to the then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', then stay ass outta town (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
the roll of the dice That you afford to lose the nature of the business It's the smugglers who
It's the roll of the you can't afford to lose