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Ghostface Killah - The Juks lyrics
[Intro: Superb] 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 [Ghostface Killah] 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 [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (do whatever you do best) Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success) [Superb] 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 [Chorus: Superb] 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..) [Trife] 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 [Chorus: Superb] 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) |
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