[Intro: Superb]
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Yo roll, yo' roll
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My roll, my roll
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Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
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My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here
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Tell that bitch Keisha come here man
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(Two dutches, hollar, hollar)
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Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn
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(It's on a breathin', it's slice on
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I want that honey's bracelet)
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Gettin' it over there
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
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Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
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Six bitches, to the top
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A four and better, beat the five
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I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
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Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life
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Money feed good, all downs is a bet
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Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
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Open up the pool, get a dicin' room
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Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room
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That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic
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If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
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Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
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And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
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He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen
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With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
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I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves
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The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans
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Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three
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Come in the buildin', nigga
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[Chorus: Superb]
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Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
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Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success)
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[Superb]
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Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
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So you know what happened to him
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He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers
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Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla
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I hold my own and rep my niggas
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Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas
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Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures
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He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'
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So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
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And I survive through project experiences
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You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?
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No matter, you gon' get holes inside
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See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
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You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
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You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
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Wu, you fuckin' with them?
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Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?
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So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars
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Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars?
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Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers
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[Chorus: Superb]
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Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
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Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success)
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Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)
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Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..)
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[Trife]
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Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm
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Everything good, money on wood
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Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
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Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat
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I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call
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Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall
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High roller, see how my dice kiss
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Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
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I rocks, believe it or not
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Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot
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Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
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What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
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My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked
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4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks
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You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop
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The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
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[Chorus: Superb]
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Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo)
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Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success)
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Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)
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Just pop your collar (pop us, do us)
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The Juks
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Ghostface Killah |