Lyrics:
Never been the type to run my mouth or Brag
Body Bag a Fag
In fact I'm runnin' Fast
Phantom with-the Mantra
Upper Handed-Crap Shoot
Snake Eyes inside
You can break a mirror
Light three on a match
Walk under a ladder
Kick a black cat
Try your luck in Vegas
Shoot nothing but craps
But I'll gamble
homies with so many tats on they face
I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rollin' J's
Still miss my nigga Phil, po' the drank
Real G's don't gossip
hit the trap and shoot craps with it
They want me in it, I'm back in it
I'm full of this kush and this 'yac in me
Walk in this bitch like I'm Bishop
Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party
Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
(Yo what they in fo') a fin
the Orange juice came with the 4 piece (Sheesh)
That’s some next level shit, I ain’t used to that not spitting loser raps
Shoot the craps, shoot a fair one
and a trap
Might hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh)
Bought me a Gucci fur just for the winter
She want to fuck 'cause a nigga a winner
I could
a pair of tumbling dice
And the outcome of these crap shoots
Is hard to see
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I
shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And the silence flies on its brief flight
A razor sharp crap shoot affair
And we
shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And the silence flies on its brief flight
A razor sharp crap shoot affair
And we
Some comes for a haircut
And others come for a scrap
And when you see me and my buddies up there, man
We means to shoot some crap
Hollering:
anybody's guess where we're going
It's anybody's guess what will be
Like a crap shoot that always keeps on rollin'
Inside this God machine
Powered by
Rolling out like dice, we gon shoot shit like its craps
You gon pay the price, like just put it on his tab
I'm a poindexter, I just stay inside the lab
rock a bye like baby
Niggas cappin' in they raps, talk about head taps
If you shoot, you bet not crap, we can roll you like Mercedes
That lil' bitch,
eyes,
You're a crap-shoot every time,
But you're skin is thicker than mine,
Girl, you're evil,
Evil as you can be,
One thing for sure,
devil better lock
and out of lane straight and crooked the same,
Both saying the same though it's spoken with broken lingo,
If life and crap shoot with our souls, we
the trap, shoot a few craps
Don't trust na'r a nigga, keep the strap on my lap
Cell phone might be tapped, so we speak in all slang
That's why the white folk
Rap
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the cool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren
the equation
AK47, a little persuasion
Your fear is like my compliment
Now you're the production of my environment
Don't flap no lip, don't shoot that crap
Time
because you don't know crap!
TIME!
Gonna shoot my shot when I come through
Regret everything when in the bathroom
Tickety boom, temper exhume
And my time
I'm a G can't say Genius if you ain't
Talking about my DJ
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice
Bitch it's crap time
them with the TV
Show their family have them cc’ed
Tie the brain up with pinky
Kill the brains
Kill the rats
Shoot the shits
Shoot the craps
Out
won it right back
Saracen annex on the slots in the back
Yea a nigga used to just shoot straight craps
Walk in the dice house I don't need no strap
thats nerd shit
Where they do that at
Bet it all on my brother
He won't shoot a crap
Let me hold a lil
I make it flip
And I'm gone shoot it back
Money
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