Look Funny

[Hook - Dice Raw] Countin' money all the way to the bank Me and my boys just puffing on dank You small time fools try and make a big fuss We just laugh, cause you look funny to us [Verse - Dice Raw] They call me Dice, AKA, make it happen Fist cocktail, Norman Rockwell Get the feet stomping, get the hands clapping Get the heads nodding, get the necks snapping Smile for the camera, when they say action When they say competition, I start laughing Fools say, let's get money, I start relaxing Cause I'm a sure thing, you know, a main attraction Missing link, my fist hit like the kitchen sink I'm too much on my own dick to care what niggas think Besides, I got a whole different vision And these knuckleheads stumble over simple addition And last night I had a premonition You know, something like the Spanish inquisition Decapitations, impalings, lynching The money making jam boy, henchman [Hook:] [Verse 2 - Truck North] No defense when I hit the court No answer for the kid, there's no retort On the real, you probably better off changing sports Under pressure, ya'll pop like a champ' cork It's all champ talk I leave an emcee bloody like kid right before they caught Mr. Clark Getting east side high as a giraffes' ears Bite worse than his bark, pinch like a doberman Uh, the mad men that martyr him Suicide squad put you in the mausoleum Bad bitches come home, yeah, they follow him Then I'm gone, like the wind, it's on once again Spent a lifetime in the fast lane Roll something good while I'm doing bad things 'Bout nothing if ain't about the money, man The ring leader in the heist on Money Train [Hook:] [Verse 3 - STS] Hold to true & living, follow what I'm doing pimpin' I'm selling dreams, talking hoes out they true religions As I pursue the mission, like a hustler in the kitchen Don't promote selling dope, but I do salute ambition Take no intermissions, 20's on my inhibitions Caddy looking harder than a martyr killing Jews and Christians Couple screws missing, a couple tools missing I been killing shit lately, hoping you'd listen Finally came to fruition, got your attention homes Smoking jeffreys, you don't know what type of shit I'm on Get out the way, my nigga, move your little shit along The wide body rider, might've seen me in the [Bron?] Or the SS clones, just for the fuck of it Speakers blasphemy, cause I don't want to hear the sucka' shit Trying pop my collar, motherfuckers want to ruffle it STS, I get to the money and then we double it [Hook:]