[Lady Luck]

Yo you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck

Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck

I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up

Comes to crazy dough, I never get enough

Your money like old men, can't get it up

I'm spittin up sicker stuff, middle fingers up

Luck, I'll never give y'all respect

Like no eye contact, pounds with the left

If you get offended, I'm talkin to you

Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you

You done did it, you messin wit Luck, you pressin your luck

Got lots of jewels and I aint givin 'em up, sho nuff



HOOK: Redman & Lady Luck

Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz

Come get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs

Come get it, I represent Jerz til I die

Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah

Come get it, y'all niggas don't want it with Jerz

Come get it, Luck don't run with herbs

Come get it, I represent Jerz til I die

Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah



[Redman]

Yo, Funk Doc smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas

Have your thuggest thug come get it back for y'all niggas

Laugh at y'all niggas, throw caps at y'all niggas

Stick NBA for the basketball figures

Jiggalo men wit two hoes, John Ritter

Arm lit up, microphone tormenter

I'm hungry as fuck and I came to eat

If you came to shoot Doc can you aim at least

Bricks, sucker MCs that stay hookin off

You boogie hoes like, this what I'm lookin for

Duke, your moms think I'ma helluva guy

Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie

I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons

Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind

When I spit y'all become fiends to me

Crack cost money, but the D is free



HOOK



[Redman]

Ayo Luck, do you really know what pressure is?



[Lady Luck]

Nigga, I apply it

The one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riot

Guns on salas, whips no mileage

At the bar three iced teas, Long Island

I stay stylin, boots stay filled with weed

In the V, lane three, switchin up speed

I'ma be obnoxious until I can't breathe

And until then, y'all can't win

Luck's twelve on a scale from one to ten

Influenced by hydro and lots of gin

Nigga back up, damn I need oxygen

Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin and pop your limbs

Handle like Iverson, or Marbury

Flows extraordinary

How bout the gold Chevy, holdin the four steady

Been runnin war, let me know when whore's ready



HOOK