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Dangerous
Lady Luck
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Uhh, for real, let's do it
Straight street shit
(Paul Cain, Lady Luck!)
Don't get nuttin' confused about me, this nigga here throw clips
You think you could hold three? Nigga here go six
I bring heat like DeNiro flicks
My team lock and load and rock and roll like Aerosmith (Woooaahhh!)
Fuck cops, I got Cochran and Shapiro chips
One point five of ice in each earlobe bitch
Fuck who you and your man gon' get
Me and cat take bitches on boat rides on some Soprano shit
Move with troops in Cougar Coupes
Like Bino and Nosce for a G a piece they remove your roof
Y'all better spread when the Ruger shoot
Paul Cain got fire, everything y'all heard on Clue is the truth
It's like who want what, whatever
You and your man play tough, y'all gon' get plucked together
At gunpoint, gettin' stuck together
Black Benz, tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
Yo, we ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
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 with this gat up in my hand
Chicks don't play cute, I'm still attractin' your man
Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands
Luck stay ghetto like Rican dollar vans
Only thing I take serious is garments and money and late periods
There she is, swimmin' in a two by two, too fly two-seater
Too much ice, too cold, two heaters
Love men but got lesbian guns
That love to lick off at you bitches for fun
So play dumb in these dumb thugs
Hit you where you pump, stick you for your lump sums
We the ones you run from 'til the day my lungs done
For blocks I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts, Lady Luck got it locked
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
Yo, we ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
Y'all talkin' greasy like Paul ain't a nigga with fire
Like I ain't got guns or killers for hire
Got wolves that'll run through mask and arm
Like Point Break clear the safe out and smash your mom
Over forty years old, still blastin' chron'
Smiles never cross they face 'til it's cash in palm
'Cause they still do murders for bucks
Have 'em put lead ones through you then pass the burner to Luck
We like a two G Bonnie and Clyde
Back to back in beef with two heats apiece, mami gon' ride
Spit four, she behind me with five
You know Paul Cain and Lady Luck MO catch homis and slide
Before we drop the gun, wipe off the prints
Push the pedal through the floor and get away back to the bricks
Y'all don't want nothin' with us
Paul Cain, Street Life, Desert Storm, we dangerous
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
Yo, we ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us)
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came with us
(We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust
(Lady Luck, Paul Cain, who could bang with us?)
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