*featuring Bubba Sparxxx
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[Intro Ms. Jade]
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Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah
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It's like that old "back in the day" house party
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Dance contest shit right here
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[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]
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They got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulder
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I'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of Folgers
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I'm the oldest and the youngest at the same time
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Assitent to the beat, like we both got the same mind
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I got the feelin' for the flava of the figgas
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Ya'll dont know what ya'll done triggered
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Squad'll ride and turn big whipper, they love me
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From block niggas that shot cracks, college boys
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Them niggas with dreads and knapsacks
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I spit greasy like an S curl
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I don't just get 'em naucious
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I make them muthafuckas hurl
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Step it up, next level once I get involved
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Back flip, kick, then I spit like I'm Lara Croft
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The game is off, I made every shot, from every block
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Hydro to the ready rock, I semi pop like I got beef wit ya
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Dem things gonna get cha, better bring ya peeps wit ya
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[Chorus Bubba (Ms. Jade)]
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Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right)
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Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right)
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Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right)
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Do you eat, sleep and shit Philly (Damn right)
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[2x]
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[Verse 2 Ms. Jade]
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Since I was suckin' on bottles, and playin' wit my rattles
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Cocky wit the flow, plus I'm itchin' for a battle
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Grab you and choke you up, toss you in the corner
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Flows make you drown when you sinkin' in the water
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Callin' for the coroner, funeral in Florida
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Ya'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya
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Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm Jimmy
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Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me
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It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll take it to the limit
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Turn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin' wit my spinach
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Smoke green in them Bonaville seats, lean
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Ms. Jade, need an army to beat me
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I gotta stuff you, one time you'll get it
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A little talent but you don't know what to do with it
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I'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor
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Key element, right next to water, sun and fire
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I'm from the 215, so ya'll guys better recognize
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Handle half and leave the rest to God
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Nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove
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I save the bender for the suckas, shit I'm breakin' the rules
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]
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Ain't no way ya'll folks don't smell what I'm preparin'
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I ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen
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I do damage on a daily basis
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Words boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste it
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I'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka
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Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas
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I'm dumb nice, ruin ya dumb lives
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See a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb ice
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Sometimes I feel outta place cuz I stick out like a sore thumb
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Wild out so I can't wait 'til the tour come
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I'm like Gladys without them damn Pips
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Plus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tips
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I'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be on
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Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons
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I'm disgusting, known for ball bustin'
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Crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin'
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[Chorus 5x]
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Damn Rightt
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