It's the of the dice you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the 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 been around These peeps that I know put me up on some shit Nigga, we could all come up loc, we all make grips
Now I talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass flippin' Z's I'm Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of keys Now what you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work this shit
We gonna stack loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin' 'Cause we gon' use the type of they never tripped off of befo' They ain't even ready for hellified shit we got in sto' (That's right)
And I done used the G to hook up that Shit have the to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour (Right) Now all we gotta do is make sure this go through, partna Now call crew 'cause we got work to do
It's a fifty-fifty chance you can get stuck And then snake are crafted and we shit outta 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)
Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit We went up fifty on speck and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas where we go got our troops be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
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 them niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the (Right)
And them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The thing about 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 should get a U-Haul pack that in a mattress Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as 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 lick and be set up for But if your ass get stuck, I hope it your third strike (It's the of the dice) (That you can't to lose)
And them things you last expect, sometimes out 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)
It's the roll of the That you can't afford to It's the nature of the It's the smugglers who
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 thing you know There's some bustas on the bus talkin' And and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't to have to switch this loc So, send some bodies to the stop To get this under (They on way)
But be that They all navy uniforms And they got and patches and shit 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 It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma to be gone Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin'
(What's Up? Baby, goin' on, man?) (What, what the happenin'?) Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to shit I think somebody set us up, there's feds all 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 can't to lose)
If you make it back to the then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin', stay 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 of the business It's the who lose
It's the of the dice That you afford to lose