Verse 1:

*singing* It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

*rapping* I got a little proposition homey check it out we gonna

put it down

Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around

These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit

Nigga we could all come up loc we could all make grips

Now I ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's

I'm talkin Trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys

Now what exscuse you got to play?

You got a wife and baby on the way?

Well, that makes it mo better

We gon work this shit together

We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci

And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught

Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of

befo

They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (That's

right)

And I done used the G to hook up that manpower

Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour

Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (Right)

Now call your crew, cause we got work to do

*talking* It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck

And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck

*singing* It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

*talking* But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up

With thousands in the Seiko's, Dane's, and fat pocketbooks.

*singing* It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

Verse 2:

*rapping* Next level 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 prove it

(Right)

We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops

They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits

And afta Shorty, Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit

They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right)

But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas

We gon send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)

And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas)

We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice

The cool thing about her is that if she get caught

It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out

*talking*

Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a

matress

*rapping*

Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes

And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days

And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way

*talking* You can make this quick lick and be set up for life

But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike

*singing* It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

*talking* And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin

But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say

*singing* It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

Verse 3:

*talking* Everything is goin according to plan

This shit is on its way to the man, to the man

Sit next to the goddamned man (Right)

But there's one thing you should know

There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the

fool,

That shit ain't cool (Say what?)

Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc

So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control

(They on they way)

But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms

And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say Desert

Storm

And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest

So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest

It's gettin kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone

*sirens and helicopters*

Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin wrong *gunshots*

What's Up? Baby, what's goin on, man? What! What the fuck happenin?

Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit

I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place

*rapping* That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go

Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low

*singing* It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

*rapping* If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around

But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town

*singing* It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose

It's the nature of the business

It's the smugglers who lose

It's the roll of the dice

That you can't afford to lose