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(feat. Lady Luck, Muggs (a.k.a. Paul Cane)) [Muggs (Paul Cane)] Dont get nuthin confused about me, this nigga hea throw clips You think you could hold three, nigga hea go six I bring +Heat+ like Deniro flix, my team lock and load and rock and roll like Aerosmith Fuck cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips One point five in ice in each earlobe shit Fuck who you and your man go get Me and cat take +Pussy's+ on boat rides on some Soprano shit Move wit troops in cougar coupes like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll remove your roof Ya better spread when the ruger shoot Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue was the truth It's like who want what what ever Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked together At gun point gettin stuck together Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together [Chorus 2X: Lady Luck + Muggs (Paul Cane)] We aint jokin no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us (We dangerous) Cock back aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us) Songtexte[Lady Luck] 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 wit this gat up in my hand Chicks dont play cute I'm still attractin your man Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands Luck stay ghetto like Rican dolla bands Only thing I take serious is garments and money and late periods [there she is] Screamin in a 2 by 2, too fly 2 seater too much ice, too cold, 2 heaters Love men but got lesbian guns that love to lick off at you pussies for fun So play dumb in these dum dups hit you where you pump cum stick you for your lump sums we the ones you run from Till the day my lungs done for blocks I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts Lady Luck got it locked [Chorus] [Muggs (Paul Cane)] Ya talkin greasy like Paul ain't a nigga wit fire like I aint got guns or killers for hire Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms like point break clear the safe out and smash your moms Over 40 years old still blastin chrome Smiles never cross they face till there's cash in palm Cause they still do murders for bucks Gave em put hollow points through you then pass the burner to Luck We like a 2 G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef wit two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde Spit four, she behind me wit five Y'know Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and slide Before we drop the guns Wipe off the prints push the pedal through the floor and get away back to the bricks, ya don't want nothin wit us Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we dangerous [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania