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"The Juks" is a track by Ghostface Killah, from the album Bulletproof Wallets, released 13th November 2001. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Your roll, your roll (My roll, my roll?) Ayo, Maurice, go to the store for me, son My roll, ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here (Yo, Keisha) Ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here, son (Get two Dutches) (Holler-holler, Keisha) Niggas rollin' for money over there, dun (I know, I know) Make sure they bring his ice on, I want that honey bracelet I want some of that, though (Aight), they gettin' it over there [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, what's in it? Three M's in the bank Shoot it, oh, you gotta stop? Six bitches 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 fuckin' life Money feed good, all downs is a bet Meanin' any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, give the dice some room Aight bitches, shoes, Pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophobic If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass Nah, I got the money, I even got one with me And 'Von bringin', 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 fur sleeves The rest is in my long johns, boots and jeans Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three Come in the buildin', nigga [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best) Just pop your collar (Up the ladder to the hill of success), do us [Verse 2: Superb] Ayo, ayo, 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, Wu gon' ride to the death for the skrilla I hold my own and rep my niggas Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures Told me not to worry, all checks is clearin' So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance And I survive through project experience You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? No matter, you gon' get holes inside See, you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni You fuckin' with a metaphor kingpin You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang Wu, you fuckin' with them? Dun, you wanna gun to make you slim? So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars Pop all parlors and fuck with money scholars (Huh?) Know what I mean? (Street scholars, street scholars) Matter of fact, I'm gonna fuck with Rockweilers [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Pop off, do whatever you do best, ayo) Get your dollars (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop or holla (Don't talk, you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (Do yours, say no more, say no more), do us [Verse 3: Trife Diesel] Bent off the Jack y Dom, 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 nigga 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, bitch 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 pot? A 100 G's in the bank to the man who got it stopped My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked 4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks You wanna walk, book your ass down the street with a bop The drinks is on you tonight for my peeps in the spot [Chorus: Superb] Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best, yo) Get your dollars (Up the ladder to the hill of success) Pop your collar (Theodore Unit, you know what we gonna do) Just pop your collar (Pop off), do us (Eat, nigga, eat)
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