Artist: Ice-T f/ Powerlord JEL (Rhyme Poetic Mafia) Album: Return of the Real Promotional CD Song: Press Your Luck Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Intro: Ice-T] Yeah, got my nigga J-E-L, Rhyme Poetic Mafia in the house Tired of all niggaz mad-dogging like you might wanna do something Yeah, I'm right here nigga, Come On! [Verse One: Powerlord JEL] Can you deal with my game when I pull your card? It's Do or Die motherfucker, now let's credit discards Cause my Trey-Five-Seven take out your chest And if you don't sport a vest then you'll die like the rest Cause you can't compete, with the Goddamn street Cause the man that wants something, is the one that speaks So don't press your luck, man don't push me to the max Cause after that, then you was a goner black It only takes one twitch, of my itchy twinger finger And out comes the reaper; in the low time sneakers I'll snick you, just to piss on your grave Now raiding brave, but no one can save Just the Mexican homes ask to play with debt Now if you wanna trip, you can place that bet But I'll make you regret the lifestyle you picked Cause the style that you picked, wasn't worked jack-shit! [Interlude #1: Powerlord JEL] If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! Make your move motherfucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! What you're waiting on fool? - Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! I'm right here little fucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! [Verse Two: Ice-T] You hop skip it, but if you flipped you'll die I don't play kid, nigga don't trip, don't try Don't even think about maneuver and that take me out You'll come up missing motherfucker, you're lost one route It gets dark in your head, and your chest dump wet You roll the Ice on your dice and you're lost your bet Bad mood, you should've been thinking about the niggaz sleeping in shallow graves Bodies stinking cause I kept bad wreck on those who disrespect No bodyguard, no Kell-bark, believe it I don't like it when you look in my face like that Like owe the nigga something, better ease on back Why? - you wanna mess with the buckwild or stick with me You'll get toe tagged G, of tocsin A big balling nigga bringing drama fool You ain't learnt yet, then bring your ass to school [Interlude #2: Ice-T] If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! What you're waiting on nigga? - Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! Make your move motherfucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! What you're waiting on kid? - Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! [Verse Three: Powerlord JEL] Enter the darkness, with the most idiotest man That planned to have his days when the West was slammed Cause ain't.. no style wicked like the one I got And there ain't nobody deader than the ones I shot In the alley, on the block, on the stage with Tee But when you see, you ain't nothing to criticize me Cause the Mexicans had it, now I'm feeling the vibe And now I'm dropping on murder and I lam with their tribes Cause they're fucking with my funk, that puts them in the trunk Right next to the punks, and another stiff chunk Cause they talk so swift, like snakes I can't trust them I rather hit them up, snap back, and go bust them With all of Locs, cause one number just wrong But if you're just a little bitch, how can you go on? I couldn't live with the fact, I couldn't freak a track Cold intimidate the fools that call on my back Cause they're cruising for a bruising; if they flex again Plus, I know they can't handle the Mexican, Yeah! [Interlude #3: Powerlord JEL] If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! Make your move motherfucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! What you're waiting on fool? - Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! I'm right here motherfucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! [Verse Four: Ice-T] Don't step because I will open your head A hot dump to your chest, now your back is all red I told you if you move, you will regret it Now you're looking up at the bloody paramedic You fucked that up, my .45 is in my waist Just incase, some buster stepped out of his motherfucking face All night, I just kicked it in the corner Niggaz rolled up, tripping (*POP!*) goners Bag them up, sew them up, freeze them Another mother cries out for no apparent reason But the streets ain't nice, to tell the truth, they're whack I hit some brothers with the Peace Sign, they mad-dog back Yo, they see me on a TV Show They heard I keep out fat role and they want my goal So I.. locked in on the eyes of a leader Fell my heart beat rise, as he moved for his heater But the nigga never pulled as fine Cause I already had that Hummer back on mine (YEAH!) [Interlude #4: Ice-T] If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! Make your move bitch, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! What you're waiting on punk? - Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! I'm right here motherfucker, Come On! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck! [Outro: Ice-T] Press your luck! If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!