The Juks (featuring Trife & Superb) - Ghostface Killah

Yo roll yo' roll

My roll my roll

Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son

My roll tell that b**ch Keisha come here

Tell that b**ch 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 b**ches 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 f**kin' 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 b**ches use Pampers girls need a nice room

That's a six I told you that b**ch ain't claustrophic

If you a**-bettin' you just bet yo' a**

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' ni**a

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 f**k 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 f**kin' with Theodore Dieni

You f**kin' with a metaphor King Pin

You f**kin' with him Wu-Tang

Wu you f**kin' with them

Dun do you wanna gun to make you slim

So I'ma pop my collar get my dollars

Pop all parlors and f**kin' with money scholars

Matter of fact I'm gonna f**k 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 ni**a 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 b**ch

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 a** 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