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Verse 1:
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*singing* It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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*rapping* I got a little proposition homey check it out we gonna
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put it down
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Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around
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These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit
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Nigga we could all come up loc we could all make grips
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Now I ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's
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I'm talkin Trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys
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Now what exscuse you got to play?
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You got a wife and baby on the way?
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Well, that makes it mo better
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We gon work this shit together
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We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci
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And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught
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Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of
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befo
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They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (That's
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right)
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And I done used the G to hook up that manpower
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Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour
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Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (Right)
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Now call your crew, cause we got work to do
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*talking* It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
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And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck
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*singing* It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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*talking* But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up
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With thousands in the Seiko's, Dane's, and fat pocketbooks.
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*singing* It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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Verse 2:
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*rapping* Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit
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movin
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We went up fifty keys on ?speck? and now we got some shit to prove it
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(Right)
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We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops
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They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
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And afta Shorty, Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit
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They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right)
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But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
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We gon send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
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And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas)
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We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice
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The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
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It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
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*talking*
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Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a
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matress
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*rapping*
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Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes
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And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days
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And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way
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*talking* You can make this quick lick and be set up for life
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But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike
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*singing* It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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*talking* And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin
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But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
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*singing* It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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Verse 3:
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*talking* Everything is goin according to plan
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This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
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Sit next to the goddamned man (Right)
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But there's one thing you should know
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There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the
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fool,
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That shit ain't cool (Say what?)
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Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc
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So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control
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(They on they way)
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But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms
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And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say Desert
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Storm
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And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest
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So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest
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It's gettin kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone
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*sirens and helicopters*
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Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin wrong *gunshots*
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What's Up? Baby, what's goin on, man? What! What the fuck happenin?
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Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit
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I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place
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*rapping* That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
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Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low
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*singing* It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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*rapping* If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around
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But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town
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*singing* It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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It's the nature of the business
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It's the smugglers who lose
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It's the roll of the dice
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That you can't afford to lose
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Nature Of The Business
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| Coolio |
