* appeared on promo (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance" {evil laughter} {sounds of sword fight} "words don't help you" (x4
the limelight over, kid Well, hello my my how the tables have turned You got your new style and the tricks that you learned From me, go let go
lucky star This better be my lucky star Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go Round, round, round we go This better be my lucky star
way down to Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama Off this money I make, I'll probably go hit the Bahamas Get respect in Cali, Vallejo they popping collars Get respect of the streets
It's a long stretch of highway at midnight in New Mexico It's a small colored light that shines from your car radio It's the old motel owner who sleeps
with your rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go
rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne
, come on Fuck hoes, come on What? We can do it kid however you want Oh, you ain't know? Sticky Fingaz went solo And got the whole hood in a choke hold Radio
and loud guitars on the radio My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for you to see Life is work, in fourty years you'll be a lucky man" But I was
keep cursin' this is for the radio so I better chill they won't play it if I co get ill but I'm like that and thats an actually fact because the street
my hands and knees for three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball And my lucky, lucky
way down to Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama Off this money I make, I'll probably go hit the Bahammas Get respect in Cali, Vallejo they popping collars Get respect of the streets
rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne
on the hill This better be my lucky star I'm too far gone, I've gone to far This better my lucky star I'm too far gone, I've gone to far Look up
I turn up the radio to drown it out And silently I say a little prayer But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows
Lucky duck! We can go hole for hole or cut for cut (yeah!) It won't be the first time, y'all better toughen up! Radio is all messed up; now what the fuck