โหลดเพลง mp3 The Juks - Ghostface Killah

The Juks - Ghostface Killah
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