The Juks

Yo roll, yo' roll

My roll, my roll

Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son

My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here

Tell that bitch Keisha come here man

(Two dutches, hollar, hollar)

Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn

(It's on a breathin', it's slice on

I want that honey's bracelet)

Gettin' it over there

Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank

Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?

Six bitches, to the top

A four and better, beat the five

I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice

Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life

Money feed good, all downs is a bet

Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet

Open up the pool, get a dicin' room

Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room

That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic

If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass

Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me

And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me

He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen

With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats

I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves

The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans

Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three

Come in the buildin', nigga

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)

Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success)

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's

So you know what happened to him

He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers

Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla

I hold my own and rep my niggas

Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas

Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures

He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'

So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance

And I survive through project experiences

You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?

No matter, you gon' get holes inside

See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni

You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin

You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang

Wu, you fuckin' with them?

Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?

So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars

Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars?

Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)

Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success)

Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)

Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more..)

Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm

Everything good, money on wood

Bank stoppers, I send them home broke

Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat

I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call

Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall

High roller, see how my dice kiss

Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch

I rocks, believe it or not

Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot

Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot

What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped

My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked

4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks

You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop

The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot

Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo)

Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success)

Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)

Just pop your collar (pop us, do us)