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ghostface killah - juks lyrics

(feat. trife & superb)

[intro: superb]
yo roll, yo’ roll
my roll, my roll
aiyo maurice go to the store for me son
my roll, tell that b-tch keisha come here
tell that b-tch keisha come here man
(two dutches, hollar, hollar)
n-gg-s 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 b-tches, 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 f-ckin’ 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 b-tches, use pampers, girls need a nice room
that’s a six, i told you that b-tch ain’t claustrophic
if you -ss-bettin’, you just bet yo’ -ss
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’, n-gg-

[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 n-gg-s
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 f-ck 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 f-ckin’ with theodore dieni
you f-ckin’ with a metaphor king pin
you f-ckin’ with him? wu-tang
wu, you f-ckin’ with them?
dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?
so i’ma pop my collar, get my dollars
pop all parlors and f-ckin’ with money scholars?
matter of fact i’m gonna f-ck 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 n-gg- 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 b-tch
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 c-cked
4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks
you wanna walk, broke your -ss 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)

- ghostface killah lyrics

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