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Big L - Casualties of a Dice Game lyrics
[Big L] It's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rollin dice I parked the ride so my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot and I'ma gamble until he come back - why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin less than a G yo, you know my steelo First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack after headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac' I'm waitin for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggaz startin to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, 'Hop the fuck in' On my face he saw the grin and said, 'How much did you win?' I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome Spotted some niggaz trailin so I picked up the phone Called Bones, I said, 'Yo son, I'm on the run Need your help before I get done Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun' I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked and then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty Grabbed the steel, took it off safety cause I refuse to let these niggaz waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet but before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first to one-forty-first and Bradhurst That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, 'Why?' Then he offered me, all of his cheese then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out and started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it but still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share and all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the Jakes but it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah Big L.. uhh Big L.. yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah |
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