It's the roll of the That you afford to lose It's the nature of the It's the who lose
I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we put it down you and I go way back and I know you done been around These peeps that I know done put me up on some Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all grips
Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no 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 wife and baby on the Well, that it mo better, we gon' work this shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from And send baby to college and ain't no gettin' caught 'Cause we gon' use the 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 that Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push (Right) Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, Now call crew 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit luck (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
But if we make this shit work the 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)
Next level in the game, homey, 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 that's where we go got our troops They'll be the in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the They gon' lay low a few days to make the look legit (That's right) But, in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back 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, Misses The cool thing her is that if she get caught It's still all in the so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe they get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's the same as motherfuckin' taxes And all we gotta do is our breath about three 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 it ain't your third strike (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
And them things you last expect, 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)
It's the roll of the That you can't to lose It's the nature of the the smugglers who lose
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 you should know There's bustas on the bus talkin' loud And drinkin' and actin' the fool shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't to have 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 They that say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all they chest So Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma to be gone Wait, here Oh, I think somethin' wrong
(What's Up? Baby, goin' on, man?) (What, what the happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma to face shit I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the
That's the name of the game, the way the game go Sometimes you rise and sometimes you sink low (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
If you make it back to the hood then 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 roll of the you can't afford to lose It's the of the business It's the smugglers who
It's the roll of the That you can't afford to