Casualties Of A Dice Game

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It's Flamboyant, y'all
 Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all
 Me and my man was cruising through the streets and everything was flowing nice
 The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rolling 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 losing, then I started throwing head crack
 After head crack, got my bread back, jumped in my red ac'
 I'm waiting for my nigga to come out of the spot
 I see niggaz starting 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, heading home to rest my dome
 Spotted some niggaz trailing 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 cruising 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, leaking 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 bucking my heat
 It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep
 I think I'm dying, I'm feelin' weak out on my feet
 But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first
 To 141st in Broadhurst
 That's where bones live, walked in the building, staggering
 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 blowing they started blowing back I'm goin' all out
 I ain't holding back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin' back
 I kept shooting, one shot caught a cop dead in his top
 The other pig ducked behind a big truck
 I was bleeding real bad, and couldn't stop it
 But still had the 50 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 knocking on the pearly gates
 Yeah, casualties of a dice game
 Never gamble with snakes
 Let that be a lesson to you
 Yeah, it's Corleone y'all
 Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all
 Big L, y'all, Flamboyant, baby, yeah
 Big L, uh
 Big L, yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah
 

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03:18
Key
1
Tempo
93 BPM

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