Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Superb - The Juks lyrics

Your roll, your roll (My roll, my roll?)
Ayo, Maurice, go to the store for me, son
My roll, ayo
Tell that bitch Keisha come here
(Yo, Keisha)
Ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here, son
(Get two Dutches, Holler-holler, Keisha)
Niggas rollin' for money over there, dun
(I know, I know)
Make sure they bring his ice on
I want that honey bracelet
I want some of that, though
(Aight) , they gettin' it over there

Ayo, 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, give the dice some room
Aight bitches, shoes, Pampers
Girls need a nice room that's a six
I told you that bitch ain't claustrophobic
If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got the money, I even got one with me
And 'Von bringin', 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 fur sleeves
The rest is in my long johns, 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)
Do us

Ayo, ayo, 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, Wu 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
Told me not to worry, all checks is clearin'
So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
And I survive through project experience
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 kingpin
You fuckin' with him? Wu Tang
Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, you wanna gun to make you slim?
So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars
Pop all parlors and fuck with money scholars
(Huh?) know what I mean?
(Street scholars, street scholars)
Matter of fact
I'm gonna fuck with Rockweilers

Pop your collar
(Pop off, do whatever you do best, ayo)
Get your dollars (New York
Up the ladder to the hill of success)
Pop or holla
(Don't talk, you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your collar
(Do yours, say no more, say no more) , do us

Bent off the Jack y Dom
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 pot? A 100 G's in 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
Book your ass down the street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight for
My peeps in the spot

Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best, yo)
Get your dollars
(Up the ladder to the hill of success)
Pop your collar
(Theodore Unit, you know what we gonna do)
Just pop your collar
(Pop off) , do us (Eat, nigga, eat)