it just don't get much better
you can't get enough of this
i'm easily spittin' facts
no matter the muh'fucka we bustin'
this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin'
this is gangsta girl talk
money long and strong and i'm a pimp
these niggas get more than bitches
how i'm 'posed to respect that?
ya'll pissin' over the beats
i'm shittin' on ya front lawn
fuck the piano's and horns
take it back 'round the time eddie murphy was raw
the hood was happy and poor
ms. jade holla at me. yo i ain't in to rappin' funny
clik clak crackin' dummies
have 'em wrapped like mummies
wait til the tires get dunny
baby the pussy's free but my time costs money
look like i got alaska on me
me and the homie ms. jade
escada jeans in the gucci
spit steel grippin' the wheel
by the way my name is luck
it just don't get no better
it just don't get no sicker
best meets best muh'fucka
or pass me the swisha and roll up a fat one
i'm still high off the last one
these rap bitches do not know who they dealin' wit
this is how it's 'posed to be done
them misses got too prissy
thinkin' you fuckin' wit luck?
right through ya prostate
turn projects into the world trade
i'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chest
luck is you still with me?
zippin' down the turnpike
play tough then we duff three in ya mug