It's the of the dice That you afford to lose It's the nature of the the smugglers who lose
I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we put it down 'Cause you and I go way back and I you done been around peeps that I know done put me up on some shit Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all grips
Now I talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass flippin' Z's I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of Now what you got to play? You got a and baby on the way? Well, that it mo better, we gon' work this shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your gift from Gucci And send your to college and ain't no gettin' caught 'Cause we gon' use the 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 done used the G to hook up that Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to flour (Right) Now all we do is make sure this shit go through, partna Now your crew 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' up With in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get shit movin' We went up keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our They'll be the ones in the lines dressed in blue suits
And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in case niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon' send and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz gonna take the train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Alice The cool about her is that if she get caught It's still all in the family so she gonna sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress Nah, best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes And all we gotta do is hold our about three more days And cross our and hope nobody get popped along the way
You can this quick lick and be set up for life But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your strike (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
And them things you last expect, sometimes out waitin' But I hope you understand if you 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 afford to It's the nature of the the smugglers who lose
Everything is according to plan This is on its way to the man, to the man Sit next to the man (Right)
But there's one you should know There's some on the bus talkin' loud And drinkin' and the fool that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't want to have to this loc So, send bodies to the next stop To get this control (They on way)
But be that They all wearin' uniforms And they got medals and patches and think that say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to they vest gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone Wait, here that? Oh, I somethin' wrong
(What's Up? Baby, what's on, man?) (What, the fuck happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma to face shit I think set us up, there's feds all over the place
That's the name of the game, 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 to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass outta (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
the roll of the dice That you can't to lose It's the of the business the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the That you can't to lose