Rolling the Dice Lyrics

Yo I'm flipping the stacks

I got the yay in the packs

An smoking all these blunts

Forcing my mind to relax

Don't try to pull a fast one

Ill hack you up with the axe

Cutting off your arms first

Leaving your head for last

Its a game and i be playing it

All the shit you think

I be saying it

Calling out your bluff

With the Mac

I be spraying it

Aiming at your dome

Rearranging it

Dropping the mic

Cuz you ain't saying shit

Bitch

Rolling the dice

Counting your blessings

You should a fuckin

Learned your lesson

Stompin on your head

When I'm High stepping

Wrap you up in the bedding

Sending your ass up to heaven

This your final lesson bitch

Post 9/11

Tripping on the sceen

I got my 9mm with me

Like a trucker with a CB

I'm calling out

All you hoes to see me

Bitch you best believe me

I got demons

Running through my bones

Take you for a ride

Cut off your legs

Make you walk home

Now I'm in the zone

High as fuck ready to explode

You looking really stupid

Like you got a missing Chromosome

Found the body in the tomb

Deep inside the catacombs

I stole your soul

Locked it up in a black stone

Doing voodoo shit

Making powder out of your bones

Spinning round your block

Fast as fuck like a cyclone

Wicked witch of the west

Went and shot you in the chest

You should have known to wear a Vest.

Living this life is full of stress.

Placing your bets

I got 10 on that bitches head

Collecting them bodys

Is filling up the motherfucking Shed

People like to talk

When they done

Shot to the head

I love to see a haters

White shirt turn red

Bitch