Artist: Lady Luck f/ Redman Album: Come And Get It 12" Song: Come And Get It Typed by: Snappysuit@aol.com [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]