It's the roll of the That you afford to lose It's the of the business the smugglers who lose
I got a little proposition, homey, it out, we gonna put it down 'Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been These peeps that I know done put me up on some Nigga, we could all come up loc, we all make grips
Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no ass flippin' Z's I'm talkin' type access, they comin' off a gang of keys Now what excuse you got to You got a wife and baby on the Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work this together
We gonna stack enough to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and ain't no caught we gon' use the type of knowledge That never tripped off of befo' They ain't even ready for this shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I done used the G to up that manpower 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 crew 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get And then eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
But if we make this shit 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)
Next level in the game, homey, it's to get this shit movin' We went up fifty keys on and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in suits
And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done 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 send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing about her is that if she get still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
Aight, then, maybe they should get a 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 fingers and hope nobody get along the way
You can make this quick and be set up for life But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third (It's the of the dice) (That you afford to lose)
And them things you expect, sometimes out there waitin' But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got to say (It's the of the business) (It's the who lose)
the roll of the dice That you can't to lose It's the of the business It's the who lose
Everything is goin' according to shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit to the goddamned man (Right)
But there's one thing you know There's some on the bus talkin' loud And drinkin' and 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 control (They on way)
But be aware They all wearin' navy And they got and patches and shit They think that say Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all over 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 Oh, I think somethin' wrong
(What's Up? Baby, what's on, man?) (What, what the happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma to face shit I somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place
the name 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 to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass 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 of the business It's the smugglers who
It's the of the dice That you can't to lose