[Lady Luck]   Uhh, what   Lady Luck   Def Jam   Shutting the game down from the whip   To the tunnel   You in da club   Yo   Bang this      What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door   Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)   Touch ya whore, I puff the raw   Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw   Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands   Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine   But talk slick and six hit your women friends   Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon   It's them again (who)   Niggas hotter then you   It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view   Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace   Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis   Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers   At Any nigga out to stop ours   Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots   One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot      (Chorus) x2   [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)   All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)   Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)   We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)   From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)      [Lady Luck]   I came in the door, said it before   Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor   Come back for more, rock wall to wall   Ball till I score, then out by the morn   How I dip and ride that whip I drive   On I-95 getting hed in the ride   Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice   Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots   You keep think that you bullet proof   Till I put to your head give it a sunroof   Good God, my whole squad hard   And bank accounts is large   Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John   Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash   Nigga pump it fast like y