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 proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down 'Cause you and I go way back and I know you been around These peeps that I know put me up on some shit Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all grips
Now I ain't talkin' no bullshit ass flippin' Z's I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a of keys Now what you got to play? You got a and baby on the way? Well, that makes it mo better, we work this shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from And send your baby to and ain't no gettin' caught we gon' use the type of knowledge That never tripped off of befo' They ain't even for this hellified shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I done used the G to hook up manpower have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour (Right) Now all we gotta do is make this shit go through, partna Now your crew 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty chance you can get stuck And then eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we this shit work the whole crew gon' 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, it's to get this shit movin' We up fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit 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 They gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any up ideas We send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz gonna the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing about her is if she get caught still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that in a mattress Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' And all we gotta do is hold our breath three more days And cross our fingers and hope nobody get along the way
You can make this lick and be set up for life But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't third strike (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
And them things you last expect, out there waitin' But I you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
It's the of the dice That you can't to lose It's the nature of the It's the smugglers who
Everything is goin' to plan This is on its way to the man, to the man Sit to the goddamned man (Right)
But one thing you should know There's some bustas on the bus talkin' And drinkin' and actin' the that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't want to to switch this loc So, send some to the next stop To get under control (They on way)
But be that They all wearin' uniforms And got medals and patches and shit think that 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' cold out here so I'ma have to be gone Wait, here Oh, I think somethin' wrong
(What's Up? Baby, goin' on, man?) (What, the fuck happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to shit I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the
That's the name of the game, that's the way the go you rise high and sometimes you sink low (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
If you make it to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass town (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
It's the of the dice That you can't afford to It's the nature of the It's the smugglers who
the roll of the dice That you can't afford to