It's the roll of the That you can't afford to the nature of the business It's the who lose
I got a little proposition, homey, it out, we gonna put it down you and I go way back and I know you done been around These peeps that I know put me up on some shit Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make
Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass Z's I'm Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of keys Now excuse you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' this shit together
We gonna stack enough to get your girls gift from Gucci And your baby to college and ain't no gettin' caught 'Cause we gon' use the type of That never tripped off of befo' They ain't even ready for this hellified we got in sto' (That's right)
And I done used the G to hook up that have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour (Right) Now all we do is make sure this shit go through, partna Now call your crew 'cause we got to do
It's a chance that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are and we shit outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
But if we make this shit work the whole gon' come up With thousands in the Dane'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 keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in that's where we go got our troops be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
And afta Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit They gon' lay low a few days to the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in them niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing her is that 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 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 breath about more days And cross our and hope nobody get popped along the way
You can make 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 can't to lose)
And them things you expect, sometimes out there waitin' But I hope you understand if you caught 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 afford to lose It's the nature of the It's the smugglers who
Everything is goin' according to shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit next to the man (Right)
But there's one thing you know There's some bustas on the bus talkin' And and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't want to have to this loc So, send some bodies to the next To get this control (They on way)
But be aware They all wearin' uniforms And got medals and patches and shit They think say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear vest It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma 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 have to shit I think somebody set us up, there's all over the place
That's the name of the game, the way the game go Sometimes you high and sometimes you sink low (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
If you make it to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', stay your ass outta town (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
It's the of the dice you can't afford to lose It's the of the business the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the That you afford to lose