Dj Clue - Come and Get It lyrics

[Lady Luck] Yo you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck Bring your best rhymes and you n***as still s** I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up Comes to crazy dough, I never get enough Your money like old men, can't get it up I'm spittin up sicker stuff, middle fingers up Luck, I'll never give y'all respect Like no eye contact, pounds with the left 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 wit Luck, you pressin your luck Got lots of j**els and I ain't givin 'em up, sho nuff HOOK: Redman & Lady Luck Come get it, y'all n***as wanna f** wit Jerz Come get it, the Bricks don't f** with herbs Come get it, I represent Jerz til I die Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah Come get it, y'all n***as 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 lah lah lah lah lah lah [Redman] Yo, Funk Doc smack y'all n***as, jack y'all n***as Have your thuggest thug come get it back for y'all n***as Laugh at y'all n***as, throw caps at y'all n***as Stick NBA for the basketball figures Jiggalo men wit two hoes, John Ritter Arm lit up, microphone tormenter I'm hungry as f** and I came to eat If you came to shoot Doc can you aim at least Bricks, s**er MCs that stay hookin off You boogie hoes like, this what I'm lookin for Duke, your moms think I'ma helluva guy p**y, you don't get it like American Pie I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind When I spit y'all become fiends to me Crack cost money, but the D is free HOOK [Redman] Ayo Luck, do you really know what pressure is? [Lady Luck] n***a, I apply it The one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riot Guns on salas, whips no mileage At the bar three iced teas, Long Island I stay stylin, boots stay filled with weed In the V, lane three, switchin 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 n***a back up, damn I need oxygen Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin and pop your limbs Handle like Iverson, or Marbury Flows extraordinary How bout the gold Chevy, holdin the four steady Been runnin war, let me know when who*e's ready HOOK