It's the of the dice 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 you and I go way back and I know you done been around These that I know done 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 talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a of keys Now what you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the Well, that makes it mo better, we work this shit together
We gonna enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to and ain't no gettin' caught 'Cause we gon' use the of knowledge That never tripped off of befo' They ain't ready for this hellified shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I done the G to hook up that manpower Shit have the okay to 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 fifty-fifty that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit luck (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we make this work the whole crew gon' come up thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin' We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got 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 casino dressed in blue suits
And afta Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit They gon' lay low a few days to make the look legit (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any up ideas We gon' Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool about her is that if she get caught It's all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress Nah, they go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three days And cross our fingers and hope get popped 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 your strike (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
And things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin' But I hope you if you caught then you ain't 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 shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit to the goddamned man (Right)
But there's one you should know There's some on the bus talkin' loud 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 bodies to the next To get this under (They on way)
But be aware They all navy uniforms And they got and patches and shit think that say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" all over they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to they vest It's gettin' cold out here so I'ma have to be gone Wait, here that? Oh, I somethin' wrong
(What's Up? Baby, goin' on, man?) (What, the fuck happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face I think set us up, there's feds all over the place
That's the of the game, that's the way the game go Sometimes you high and sometimes you sink low (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
If you it back to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got watchin', then stay your ass outta 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 of the business It's the smugglers who
It's the roll of the That you can't to lose