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Come and Get It
Lady Luck/Redman
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Redman, Lady Luck
Yo, yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in the truck with the pump tucked
Come to blaze the dough, I never get enough
Your money like old men, can't get it up
I'm spitting up sicker stuff, middle fingers up
Luck never give y'all respect
Like no eye contact, pounds with the left
If you get offended, I'm talking to you
Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you
You done did it, you messing with Luck, you pressing your luck
Got lots of jewels and I ain't giving 'em up
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck with Jerz
Come get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Come get it, y'all niggas don't want it with Jerz
Come get it, Luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Fuck Doc, smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas
Have your thuggish 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 figures
Gigolo, live with two hoes, John Ritter
Arm lit up, 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, I stay hooking off
You bougie hoes like, that's what I'm looking for
Nope, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy
You don't get it like American Pie
I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the rhyme, bottle is the mind
When I spit, y'all become fiends to me
Shit cost money, but the D is free
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck with Jerz
Come get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Come get it, y'all niggas don't want it with Jerz
Come get it, Luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Ayo, look, do you really know what pressure is? I apply it
The one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riot
Guns on silence, whips no mileage
At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island
I stay stylin', boo stay fair, we rollin'
In the V, lane three, switching up speed
I'ma be obnoxious until I can't breathe
And until then, y'all can't win
Luck's twelve on a scale from one to ten
Influenced by hydro and lots of gin
Shit, back up, damn, I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin
And pop your limbs, handle like Iverson
I'm all buried, flows extraordinary
Hop out the gold Chevy, holding the four steady
Been running war, let me know when hoes be ready
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck with Jerz
Come get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Come get it, y'all niggas don't want it with Jerz
Come get it, Luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the la-la-la, la-la-la
Fat shout out, Leo Cohen, Russell Simmons
Kevin Lyles, Todd Crews
DJ Clue, y'all