It's the roll of the 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 gonna put it 'Cause you and I go way back and I know you been around These peeps that I done put me up on some shit 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 gang of Now what you got to play? You got a wife and on the way? Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from And send your to college and ain't no gettin' caught 'Cause we gon' use the of knowledge That they never off of befo' They ain't even ready for this shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I used the G to hook up that manpower Shit the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour (Right) Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, Now call your crew 'cause we got to do
It's a fifty-fifty chance you can get stuck And then eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' up With thousands in the Seiko'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 fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit to it (Right) We got the contacts in that's where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue
And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider picked up the shit They gon' lay low a few days to the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up We gon' send Wino and Big to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing her is that if she get caught It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna 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 hold our breath about three days And cross our fingers and hope nobody get popped 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 last expect, sometimes out there 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 of the dice That you can't to lose It's the of the business It's the smugglers who
is goin' 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 bustas on the bus talkin' loud And drinkin' and actin' the that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't to have to switch this loc So, some bodies to the next stop To get under control (They on way)
But be that all wearin' navy uniforms And they got and patches and shit They that say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to they vest It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma to be gone Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin'
(What's Up? Baby, what's on, man?) (What, what the happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, have to face shit I think somebody set us up, feds all over the place
That's the of the game, that's 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 back to the hood then 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)
It's the roll of the That you can't to lose It's the nature of the It's the who lose
It's the of the dice That you afford to lose