(feat. Redman) 



[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]