It's  the  roll  of  the  dice  that  you  can't  afford  to  lose  It's  the  nature  of  the  business,  it's 
 the  smuggler's  blues  I  got  a  little  proposition  on  me,  check  it 
 out,  we  gon'  quit  today  Cause  you  and  I  go  way  back  and  I  know  you 
 done  been  around  These  peeps  that  I  know  done  hooked  me  up  on 
 some  shit  Nigga,  we  can  all  come  up  low,  we  can  all 
 make  a  grip  Now  I  ain't  talkin'  bout  no  bullshit -ass 
 flippin'  C's  I'm  talkin'  truck -type  access,  they  comin' 
 off  a  gang  of  kids  Now  what  excuse  you  got  to  play? 
 You  got  a  wife  and  baby  on  the  way? 
 Well  that  makes  it  more  better,  we  gon'  work  this  shit  together 
 And  we  gon'  stack  enough  luchi  to  get  your  girl's  gear  from  Gucci 
 And  send  your  baby  to  college  and  they  don't  give  a  fuck 
 Cause  we  gon'  use  the  type  of  knowledge  that  they  ain't  never  tripped  off  before 
 They  ain't  even  ready  for  this  hell  of  a  shit  we  got  in  store 
 And  I  know  you's  the  G  to  hook  up  that  manpower  Shit,  have  no  care,  folks,  that  you  ain't 
 saw  Pillsbury  how  to  push  flour  And  all  we  gotta  do  is  make  sure  this  shit 
 go  through,  partner  Go  call  your  crew,  cause  we  got  work  to  do 
 It's  a  50 -50  chance  that  you  get  your  snuck  And  this  snake  eyes  are  craftin'  me  shit  out 
 of  luck  You're  stuck,  rollin'  the  dice,  that  you  can't 
 afford  to  lose  But  if  we  make  this  shit  work,  the  whole  crew 
 gon'  come  up  With  dollars  in  the  safe,  don't  dates  and 
 fat  chroniclers  It's  the  nature  of  the  business,  it's  the 
 next  level  in  the  game  Next  level  in  the  game,  homie,  it's  time  to 
 get  this  shit  movin'  We  been  up  50  keys  on  spec  and  now  we  got 
 to  do  some  provin'  We  got  the  contacts  in  Vegas,  that's  where 
 we  gon'  get  our  troops  They  gon'  be  the  ones  in  the  casino  lines 
 dressed  in  blue  suits  And  after  Shorty,  Vic,  and  Spider  done  picked 
 up  the  shit  They  gon'  lay  low  a  few  days  to  make  the  trip 
 look  legit  But  just  in  case  them  niggas  get  any  fucked 
 up  ideas  We  gon'  send  wine  on  Big  Homie  to  watch  our 
 back  with  the  real  gear  And  then  them  niggas  gon'  take  the  midnight 
 train  to  Dallas  We  got  the  hookup  and  baggage  claim  through 
 The  cool  thing  about  her  is  that  if  she  get  caught,  it's  still  all  in  the  family 
 So  she  ain't  gon'  sell  a  nigga  out  All  right,  then,  maybe  they  should  get  a  U -Haul 
 and  pack  that  shit  in  the  mattress  Nah,  they  best  go  Greyhound,  that's  still 
 the  same  as  motherfuckin'  Tacky  And  all  we  gotta  do  is  hold  our  breath  for 
 about  three  more  days  and  cross  our  fingers  And  hope  nobody  get  popped  along  the  way 
 You  can  make  this  quick  lick  and  be  set  up  for  life 
 But  if  your  ass  gets  stuck,  I  hope  it  ain't  your  third  strike 
 It's  the  roll  of  the  dice  that  you  can't  afford  to  lose 
 And  them  things  you  last  expect  sometimes  have  their  way 
 But  I  hope  you  understand  if  you  got  caught,  you  ain't  got  shit  to  say 
 It's  the  nature  of  the  business  It's  the  smugglers'  deluge 
 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'  deluge 
 It's  the  nature  of  the  business  It's  the  smugglers'  deluge 
 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'  deluge 
 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'  deluge