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[Lucky] Yeah, 2003.. They gone hate this.. My boy Filero, in here on the track.. [Lucky Luciano] Well it's the nawfside mexican, wreckin these boys ugly No matter what you do, there ain't no fucking with the Lucky The coldest in the free world, these record labels want me They know I'm bout to switch the game up and get money I got grown women with their own bank account I ain't gone do nothin stupid, so these laws could take me out I gotta represent for y'all, put my hood on the map Houstone till I'm gone, H-Town where you at? I got a manager with me that keep a glock forty wit em' Keep thinking I'm slippin, and get shot up by my assistant But nigga please, that shots from the k Knock the smile off your face, so calmate guey Im a blaze up the Arizona weed and smoke Still sippin on the lean like a G supposed to 03 fa' sho, is my time to shine If I don't make it with this rappin, I'm a cock my nine And find the nearest dopeman and goto his dope house Kick down the door, take over and boss Im a young boss hogg, nigga look at me now In the kitchen on a mission, tryin a cook up an ounce And serve y'all what you need, watch the block bleed When I signed on the dotted lines I got G's Thought I signed for nothin you must think Luck a fool My lawyer would'nt let me do it even if I wanted too, ooh! [Lucky] Oooh, that boy said that, know I'm sayin?.. Screwed up texas.. H-town, What it do?.. It don't stop.. [Lil' Keke] I been pimpin major pen, since the year 9-3 Who better to get it crackin than that boy Don Ke Got that Lucky on my side and he rippin the flo' We gone shut down and close before we open |