(feat. Lady Luck, Muggs (a.k.a. Paul Cane))



[Muggs (Paul Cane)]

Dont get nuthin confused about me, this nigga hea throw clips

You think you could hold three, nigga hea go six

I bring +Heat+ like Deniro flix, my team lock and load

and rock and roll like Aerosmith

Fuck cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips

One point five in ice in each earlobe shit

Fuck who you and your man go get

Me and cat take +Pussy's+ on boat rides on some Soprano shit

Move wit troops in cougar coupes

like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll remove your roof

Ya better spread when the ruger shoot

Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue was the truth

It's like who want what what ever

Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked together

At gun point gettin stuck together

Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together



[Chorus 2X: Lady Luck + Muggs (Paul Cane)]

We aint jokin no more (This ain't a game to us)

Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us (We dangerous)

Cock back aim and bust

(Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us)



[Lady Luck]

They said I rap like a man, and act like a man

So when it come to war she gon clap like a man

Short arrogant wit this gat up in my hand

Chicks dont play cute I'm still attractin your man

Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands

Luck stay ghetto like Rican dolla bands

Only thing I take serious is garments and money 

and late periods [there she is]

Screamin in a 2 by 2, too fly 2 seater

too much ice, too cold, 2 heaters

Love men but got lesbian guns

that love to lick off at you pussies for fun

So play dumb in these dum dups

hit you where you pump cum

stick you for your lump sums

we the ones you run from

Till the day my lungs done for blocks 

I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts

Lady Luck got it locked



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[Muggs (Paul Cane)]

Ya talkin greasy like Paul ain't a nigga wit fire

like I aint got guns or killers for hire

Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms

like point break clear the safe out and smash your moms

Over 40 years old still blastin chrome

Smiles never cross they face till there's cash in palm

Cause they still do murders for bucks

Gave em put hollow points through you then pass the burner to Luck

We like a 2 G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef

wit two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde

Spit four, she behind me wit five

Y'know Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and slide

Before we drop the guns

Wipe off the prints push the pedal through the floor

and get away back to the bricks, ya don't want nothin wit us

Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we dangerous



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