la, la, la, la [Lady Luck (Redman)] (Come get it) Y'all niggas don't want it wit Jers' (Come get it) Luck don't come wit hers (Come get It) I represent
it's a job and not an art They only rhyme to get money; cause true self-expression takes heart, and guts Rhymes, and cuts Tight minds and not tight butts
the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and sell love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly. (Verse 2 - Mikill Pane) Little lady, your
