Casualties Of A Dice Game - 9th Wonder Remix

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, niggas must be rolling dice
I parked the ride so my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot
And I'mma 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 playing cello, my dick get hard when I see dough
I bet's nothing 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 it, 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 niggas 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 feeling 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 building, staggering
Looking 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 going all out
I ain't holding back, I been to jail once and I ain't going 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 fifty thou' profit in my pockets
The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near
Seeing kids playing 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 Jake's
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 ya
Yeah, it's Corleone y'all
Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all
Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah
Big L, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Rondell Turner, Lamont Coleman
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