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, check it out, we gonna put it 'Cause you and I go way and I know you done been around These peeps that I know done put me up on some Nigga, we could all up loc, we could all make grips
Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass Z's I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of Now what 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 loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin' we gon' use the type of knowledge That never tripped off of befo' They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in (That's right)
And I used the G to hook up that manpower Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to flour (Right) Now all we gotta do is sure this shit go through, partna Now call your 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are crafted and we outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we make this shit work the whole 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 in the game, homey, it's 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 in Vegas that's where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines in blue suits
And Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit They gon' lay low a few days to make the trip 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 gonna take the midnight 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 still all in the family 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 do is hold our breath about three more days And cross our fingers and nobody get popped along the way
You can make this quick and be set up for life But if ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
And them you last expect, sometimes out there waitin' But I hope you understand if you caught then you 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 of the business It's the who lose
Everything is according to plan shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit next to the man (Right)
But there's one thing you know some bustas on the bus talkin' loud And and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't want to to switch this loc So, some bodies to the next stop To get this under (They on way)
But be aware They all navy uniforms And they got medals and patches and They think that say 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, what the happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma to face shit I think somebody set us up, there's all over the place
the name 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 make it back to the hood I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', then your ass outta town (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
the roll of the dice That you can't afford to It's the nature of the the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the That you can't afford to