(feat. Redman) 



[Lady Luck] 

Yo! 

Yo, yo, yo, come on 

Yo, yo, yo, come on 

Yo, yo, yo, yo! 



[Verse 1: Lady Luck] 

Yo, yo, 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 pump tucked 

Come to bend some dough? Never give em love 

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

I'm spittin up, sick of stuff, middle fingers up 

Luck, never give y'all respect 

Like no hot card check pounds with the left (What up, my) 

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 with Luck, you pressin your luck 

Got locked in jewels and I ain't givin em up 



[Chorus: Redman] 

(Come get it) Y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jers' 

(Come get it) Tha Bricks don't fuck wit her 

(Come get it) I represent Jers' till I die 

Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la 

[Lady Luck (Redman)] 

(Come get it) Y'all niggas don't want it wit Jers' 

(Come get it) Luck don't come wit hers 

(Come get It) I represent Jers' till I die 

smoke on the la la la, la, la, la 



[Verse 2: Redman] 

Yo, yo yo, Funk Doc 

Smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas 

Have ya thug as 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 figgas 

Gigolow, live with two hoes, John Ritter 

Arm litter (bling!), 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 up 

You bougie hoes like, That's What I'm Looking For 

Do, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy 

Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie 

I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons 

Powder is the ?, yeah, bottle is the mind 

When I spit, y'all become fiends to me 

Crack costs MONEY, but the fee is free 



[Chorus] 



[Lady Luck (Redman)] 

(Aiyyo, low 

Do you really know what pressure is?) 

Nigga I apply it 

The one scannin TVs in the Rodney King riot 

Guns, all solids; whips, no milage 

At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island 

I stay stylin', boo stay fair with weed 

In the V lane, 3 switchin' up with speed 

I'ma be obnoxious until I can't, breathe 

And until, then, y'all can't, win 

Luck's 12 on a scale from 1 to 10 

And blew a spiral hydro and lots of gin 

Nigga back up! Damn, I need oxygen 

Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock ya chin 

And pop ya lids, handle like Iverson 

The Mulberry, flows extraordinary 

How 'bout the go Chevy a hole in the 4 steady 

Been wantin' war let me know when y'alls ready 



[Chorus]