Shoot Dice E

Talk guns or shoot dice. Talk guns or shoot dice. Uh, chicken. The bread on the floor, the dice Clicking. Digits verbalize, no auction. Cops sitting, clout sticking. From blunts to stoves. You ain't call ruse from the start. This foot crack's gold, but gotta stack that. After the throw, you hear the heart snap. Ask Bentley, you were publishing, get your ass Capped. You get a shaking till your arms spaghetti. Turn petty when the knot's getting thin, no dreadie. Hit me ace, y'all. The game rained out, No baseball. Niggas pulling a tool up, No flower from the soil. Don't hold it if you ain't ready to let It orbit. My mans kept a 40 like an Alcoholic. Back to the bank style. That's straight money, a P Miller, no limit. No more in it than the dice getting rooftop. Hood life, the hardest can turn cook rice. Think twice, all we do is-Talk guns or Shoot dice. Bow. Hey, hey. You ain't never been a full building. You ain't never been in full building. Ba-ba-doo. Ba-ba-doo. And Tracy is burning. Nah, that's a little crack. I ain't that. What? Watch his face. Yeah, nigga, Ace, pay me my money. Roll dice, head crack, that money mine. Cats will get robbed for shine with the nine. 456, double time with trips. Unfortunately, no fan of the Knicks. Carry blicks, gamble in back rooms. Coke get sniffed like vacuums in bathrooms. Counting paper like Ocean's 12. Move bud through mail with a pungent smell. CeeLo games in project hallways, disturbing the Peace. Run the numbers up, my family can eat. Get a drum or something. Me and my niggas A number run. Niggas know I'm number one, Cumbersome. Cats don't want beef, they vegetarian. Scared of pussy, they pussy cesarean. My nigga Rim said let's kill these cats. Send them nice up to price. Talk guns or shoot dice. Baby need shoes. My wife need clothes. And you need some teeth. Shoot the goddamn dice, man. Hey, I'm gonna shoot the damn dice. You understand? I'm gonna shoot them. I'm gonna send every one of you motherfuckers home Broke. Shoot them. Broke. Oh, shit. Come on, Six, with your bad ass. Come on here. Craps. Well, listen to this. I want back all the Money I lost tonight. I think you're gonna have to stick us because I ain't giving you shit. Now-Wait, wait, before you do, I just wanna tell you one thing. What you wanna tell me, punk? Huh? What the fuck you wanna tell me, Man? Huh? Just what the fuck you wanna tell Me?