Gung - Ho - Lyrics - Spreading The Disease - Anthrax

Title: Gung - Ho
Album: Spreading The Disease
Artist: Anthrax
Composer(s): Joseph Bellardini, Frank Bello, Charles Benante, Dan Lilker, Scott Rosenfeld, Dan Spitz, Neil Turban

Lyric:
Striking down the enemy
Fighting hand to hand
Troops are thrusting onwards
Time to take command

Ready to devour
On the attack
Bodies lie dismembered
Maimed, killed, and hacked

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade

Lunging like an animal, killing all in sight
Going for the throat, living for the fight
In a bath of bloodshed, mixing with the sweat
Crawling through the barbwire, put it to the test

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fighting the war
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho
Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho

Raging on the warpath, storming through the town
Blowing it to pieces, killing all around
Stand in our way, if you've got the balls
In a hail of bullets, your nailed to the wall

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fighting the war
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho
Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho

We wait out the day, we burn in the sun
We move in by night, and kill everyone
Show no emotions, have no regrets
Made to take pain, no fear of death

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fighting the war
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho
Gung-ho, gung-ho, gung-ho

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade

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Mohair Lockeroom Pinup Boys - Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

Title: Mohair Lockeroom Pinup Boys
Artist: Adam And The Ants
Composer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni

Lyric:
Big C big H mash Mary name it
What a ride what a ride
You got me dizzy with that bullwhip
We clutched each other the walls closed in
Don't bust my chops like Gungadin

We're coming home now diggety dig
The old zippo bang is what it is
We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys
The mohair lockeroom pinup boys

Five years old, he loves the screen
Kissing with tongues and margerine

Fast and loose in just one thing
Fast and loose in everything
They sit around and laugh all day
Make paree and draw their pay

Pool's not in but the patio's dry
A shameful waste, we don't know why

I can lift weights what the hell
My little girl just thinks I'm swell
No back-slapping daddy-o
Ran the caddy up to 9-0

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Nutmeg - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: Nutmeg
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): R Diggs, Stephanie Andrews, Ron Kersey, Arthur Wilson, Don Cornelius, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know I don't really mean no harm

But it just happens you know
When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga
That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
Check it out though, aiyo

Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty, watty, cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n' roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel

But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf
At times, Cuban Link verse, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin'
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin'

As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder, Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder

Portfolio, lookin' fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Yeah, yeah
I just wan't y'all niggaz
Smack all y'all niggaz, niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body, yeah, no doubt
Judge Wise

Aiyo, spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin' with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin' with 6 rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs

Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam

Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches, flickin' goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it

Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap
Ten years workin' for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bung, bung, bung, your bell went rung, rung, rung
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies?
Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds
Instead of studyin' me

That's how you lost your first job, punk
Now, get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up
Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick a crab lock

Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal

Nine inch long, strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
Ring dings right through your head bing

Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
While your man search the Internet for Bob Digitech

In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin' next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde

Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menstruate
But it made her hyperventilate

Brooklyn
I know, I know, I know, I know
Queens
I know, I know, I know, I know

Shaolin
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Bronx
I know, I know, I know, I know
Jersey
I know, I know, I know

Long Island
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, break it down

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Let Me Hold You - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Let Me Hold You
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Brenda Gordon Russell, Jermaine Dupri, Ernest D. Wilson

Lyric:
Y'all know what this is
This is what you need to do girl
Let me hold you

I been watching you for a minute
Come through here so sweet scented
In life girl you need me in it
I'm determined to win it

I know what you need
I know what's wrong
I know how to make it tight
Everything'll be all right
If ya let me hold you

And introduce you to my world
And introduce you to the better side of life
That you ain't been seein' girl
I'ma show you where it's at
And I'ma show you how to get it
All you got do is be wit it
And let me hold you

Down like a real man's supposed to
I never would have approached you
If I ain't have intentions on doing good
See dude you wit is so fooled
To me girl you're so cool
And all I'm asking you to do is
Let me hold you

Down like a best friend and two homies in the game
When you cry I wanna feel your pain
No secrets, no games
All excitement, nothing plain
Keep you happy that's my aim
And all you gotta do girl is
Let me hold you

In my arms, in my mind, all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side
'Till I die I'm gonna hold you down
And make sure everything is right wit you
You can never go wrong if you
Let me hold you

Down like a real friend's supposed to
I'm trying to show you the life
That somebody like you should be living
Oh baby baby, you could never go wrong, never
If you let me hold you

I'ma keep you up on what's poppin'
And shake you fresh to death
When we hit the mall we can ball
?Till there's no mo' left

I know you ain't used to it
But you gon' get used to it
'Cause that's the only way I'ma do it
And let me hold you

All the homies think I'm trippin'
?Cause I got you a pad
But see, they just mad
?Cause they ain't get you, they ain't get you

Scorpio is your sign
And girl you're so fine
And I would do whatever in no time, no shine
(Let me hold you)

It's what you're coming with
But I'ma change all that
Rearrange that
Put you in the Range all black

With the rims to match, phone attached
TV's in the back
How you gon' say no to that, huh?
Let me hold you

Niggas look at me like, ?Man, here you go
Really ?bout to blow some dough
But ain't nobody did it before
So why is you so gung ho??

?Cause I believe
This was meant to be
I just gotta work at it
Like a crack addict up in rehab

In my arms, in my mind, all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side
'Till I die I'm gonna hold you down
And make sure everything is right wit you
You can never go wrong if you
Let me hold you

Down like a real friend's supposed to
I'm trying to show you the life
That somebody like you should be living
Oh baby baby, you could never go wrong
If you let me hold you

Down down around
Atlanta ?lanta, far found
And everybody know now
What I'm tryna do, I say

Down down around
Atlanta ?lanta, far found
I'm just tryna get you to
Let me hold you

Down down around
Atlanta ?lanta, far found
And everybody know now
What I'm tryna do, I say

Down down around
Atlanta ?lanta, far found
I'm just tryna get you to
Let me hold you

In my arms, in my mind, all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side
'Till I die I'm gonna hold you down
And make sure everything is right wit you
You can never go wrong if you
Let me hold you

Down like a real friend's supposed to
I'm trying to show you the life
That somebody like you should be living
Oh baby baby, you could never go wrong
If you let me hold you

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We Are The Ones - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: We Are The Ones
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Boots Riley

Lyric:
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed

I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale

Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze

And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel

Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near

So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all of this hell well and not one hero

The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified

There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission

It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
And complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust

Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables

We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize

We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

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Scissor Quickstep - Lyrics - The Damage Manual

Title: Scissor Quickstep
Artist: The Damage Manual
Composer(s): Geordie Walker, John Wardle, Chris Connelly, Martin Atkins, Martin Akins

Lyric:
All aboard, the ride goes faster
Being driven by the spooky bastard
Look left, dirt infested
Living large with the debt invested

Gung ho, Mr. Murder
Could be a while but you look no further
Snip, snip, scissor quickstep
Cut the line, you are out of your depth

Bring home the bacon bastard
A meaty fringe in a leather casket
Fuck that, I eat my offspring
Hang myself on a leather heart string

Cut the page from the New York Times
See, I'm not so bad after all
You'll never get held in my outstretched arms
'Cos I won't catch you when you fall

Pull the trigger at your picnic table
Take the scissors from your baby doll
You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that
And I won't catch you when you fall

Flick, flick, another station
Listen hard but I'm losing patience
Another aim, absurdest brainwash
Another bent pair of scissor [Incomprehensible]

Sick baby move at a heartbeat
When I'm bloody on a leather bed sheet
Blood bitch [Incomprehensible] reflex
Another bent pair of scissor defects

Here baby, I'm out to get you
A broken heart in a broken test tube
A virus scare for those who care
Don't look alive 'cos you'll go nowhere

Cut the page from the New York Times
See, I'm not so bad after all
You'll never get held in my outstretched arms
'Cos I won't catch you when you fall

Pull the trigger at your picnic table
Take the scissors from your baby doll
You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that
And I won't catch you when you fall

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Imagine - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Imagine
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Tracy Lynn Curry, Andre Romell Young, M Batson, Calvin Broadus, D Parker, J Boyd

Lyric:
Yo Doc, what up my nigga? Snoop Dogg, this what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man
And I think it's time for me and you
To just tone it down a bit, come on

Imagine it never happened
Imagine no rappin', imagine niggaz trapped
Imagine it havin' action
Imagine how niggaz could be actin'
If you never got this shit crackin'

Imagine life's so hard
You can't imagine, it's like livin' in the City of God
You feel me? Imagine life on the yard
Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job

Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struglin', dealin' with a system
That don't give a fuck about who shot her son

Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you get out the pen, you go right to the jenz
So if you get back to the streets, you go right back in

Imagine Russell still strugglin'
No Def Jam, just another nigga hustlin'
And there no rocks on them fellaz
Just rocks on them fellaz, just tryna keep it bubblin'

Imagine niggaz dressed up
From the East to the West Coast, everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination to know niggaz
Been blessed with hip hop

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life

Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells?
Imagine bein' tossed around and put in jail
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine niggaz at you when you done fo'

Remember how they asked you what you run for
And treat you like a bitch?
When they kick you in your dick and take your shit?
We actin' like they hate to see you gung ho
But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun, no
But you already know

Imagine niggaz in the LBC
Felt just like Snoop Dogg & D R E
And felt just like the niggaz in the 213
Then imagine that's what's comin' when you fuckin' with me

Imagine you was up on top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick
I mean imagine we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together and tow up this bitch, yeah

You can't imagine growin' up in the jail, dunn
Happy just to be alive' watchin' all your people run
But you imagine growin' up to sell your 50 million records worldwide
Or fuckin' off somebody's son

Imagine if these niggaz never saw a color
Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggaz kill each other?
All the drunk fool get is pissed on balls
He fuckin' off my niggaz, they gon' murder us all, imagine that

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life

Imagine, imagine
Can you imagine? Can you imagine?
Can you imagine? Imagine, imagine

In the name of Allah, in the name of God
The benificiant, the merciful
The one God to whom all praises due
Regardless of land labor, of title

No matter what name you call God by
Whenever life seems hard
Everybody know that you must talk to God

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The Panama Deception - Lyrics - Underground Network - Anti Flag

Title: The Panama Deception
Album: Underground Network
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
Their 2 + 2 does not equal 4
Their 2 + 2 equals whatever, they want us to die for

About face, snap to attention
Form your own conclusions to the things you see
About face, sometimes the explanations
Don't add up to the facts

Time and again they manufacture a cause
And rally the public around it, check out the movie, "Wag The Dog"

Killing to further the interest of private corporations
Killing to control global economic situations
Killing for personal gain, i.e. Bush in Panama
Learn the fuckin' truth, you won't be so quick to sign on

About face, snap to attention
Form your own conclusions to the things you see
About face, sometimes the explanations
Don't add up to the facts

Our lives reflect TV sitcoms and tragedies
Like a bad joke, I ask, "How many of you don't see and just how many?
How many of you swallow the lies?
How many of you do not realize?"

Gung ho and true to the Stars and Stripes
They fuckin' brainwashed you to do their bidding
And like a flock of sheep with wool over your eyes
You never stop to question, you just fall into line

The media's a business that provides entertainment
Their bottom line, money, and stories that will make it
So they run with stories that promotes the lies
To keep the ratings coming, wealth from promoting world strife

Life must be so easy when you don't have to think
Black and whit, like printing from the newspaper's ink
I wish I had the chance to reveal all the lies
But you're so fucking brainwashed, would it even help to try

To get through to you
To get through, through, through, through, through, through
To get through to you

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Nature Of The Business - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Nature Of The Business
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): D Griffin, Artis Ivey, Jack Tempchin, Arlene Wilson, Glenn Lewis Frey

Lyric:
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 who lose

I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down
'Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around
These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit
Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make grips

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout no bullshit ass flippin' Z's
I'm talkin' Trump type access, they comin' off a gang of keys
Now what excuse you got to play?
You got a wife and baby on the way?
Well, that makes it mo better, we gon' work this shit together

We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci
And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin' caught
'Cause we gon' use the type of knowledge
That they never tripped off of befo'
They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto'
(That's right)

And I done used the G to hook up that manpower
Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour
(Right)
Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna
Now call your crew 'cause we got work to do

It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' come up
With thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin'
We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it
(Right)
We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops
They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits

And afta Shorty Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit
They gon' lay low a few days to make the trip look legit
(That's right)
But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
We gon' send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear
(Right)

And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas
(Dallas)
We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice
The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out

Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress
Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin' taxes
And all we gotta do is hold our breath 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 get 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 out there waitin'
But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

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 who lose

Everything is goin' according to plan
This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
Sit next to the goddamned man
(Right)

But there's one thing you should know
There's some bustas on the bus talkin' loud
And drinkin' and actin' the fool that shit ain't cool
(Say what?)

Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc
So, send some bodies to the next stop
To get this under control
(They on their way)

But be aware that
They all wearin' navy uniforms
And they got medals and patches and shit
They think that say Desert Storm

And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest
So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest
It's gettin' kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone
Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin' wrong

(What's Up? Baby, what's goin' on, man?)
(What, what the fuck happenin'?)
Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit
I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place

That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
Sometimes you rise high and sometimes you sink low
(It's the roll of the dice)
(That you can't afford to lose)

If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around
But if they got somebody watchin', then stay your ass outta town
(It's the nature of the business)
(It's the smugglers who lose)

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 who lose

It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose

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