I'm straight outta luck. Why can't this all go away? Straight outta luck, deal with it everyday. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. I'm straight outta luck
Cuz I'm straight outta luck. Why can't this all go away? Straight outta luck, deal with it everyday. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. Straight outta luck. I'm straight outta luck
same thing at the same time, I aint knock on wood. Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good. Broke a mirror, I aint get 7 years of bad luck. Nuttin
shit! Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice Bitches on the dick 'cause of who I am (Yeah!) The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman Movin' from the bottom straight to the top
man, I'm ready to hit this big shit man You know what I'm sayin', this is big, big Get that kid outta here Whoa, the kids, man get the kids outta here
muh Roll straight sound be the street wi' muh Try if I'm never on my feet wi' muh I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat And you just ran outta luck wi
I'm outta luck, outta love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time
and she'll jump fa' joy. Shit's twisted! Opportunity knocked But I missed it, out in the park gettin' lifted. So now I'm sittin' here shit outta luck
boss? Lemme break him off Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta
that send pipe bombs thru sinks That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck I'm that
more loves For me hard to figure Get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga Stuck outta luck When I bust Pull
Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta
store for me So when the raining bores on me My dream for fillers, pain killer [Verse 2] My pain comes from me being a fuck up With strange music we really, we lucked
suckas guts hanging off and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P. reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta
switched ain't that a bitch with the rivals makin some change in and outta lanes in the passenger seat me and you and our crew strapped with heat outta
mixed with Asian Caribbean sands, Devilish scam, the only prophet, him and his man Sit her and watchin, it's game plan straight outta my hand Naisha like
Making millions Popping then Silly rabbit You done started static Now I gotta let you have it Rapping fire from my automatic You left me stuck And so you outta luck
phony Don't come short with my money I'll only tell you once Tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" If so, trust me, you outta luck B And
