roll a seven

Fuck the king, and fuck the queen, with an AK-47 Line 'em up against the walls, and let them talk to Heaven Give them same dice they gave us and let them roll a seven Welcome to Heatongrad

Five chains so they look at me funny Showed up with the juice and the troops Roll a seven everytime I shoot She said why you have so many condoms with you

Luckily, brother Mug, got me bailed out Guess it's sweater weather 'cause it's cold now Roll a seven, then eleven, can't afford lose no more

The only thing here, then, Is to play with me And roll a seven Seven, seven, seven

We can make a little luck of our own Oh we can make it baby 'Cause when we can't roll a seven And our last lucky penny is gone

In my hand, I got a pair of dice They told me roll a seven, bear in mind, I want a six I recognize that heaven mythological

They know that we slide with glizzy Spin they block until they dizzy I been gamblin' with my life, hope I don't roll a seven Killers had to talk to God, he know he ain't gettin' to heaven