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Ms. Jade F/ Lady Luck Miscellaneous Best Meets Best [Intro Jade (Luck)] B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best) It's about time, don't you think? (Hey) Some real chicks Doin' real shit (Concern yaself) [Chorus Woman] It just don't get much better (Whoo-ooo) You can't get enough of this (Whoo) [2x] [Verse 1 Ms Jade] I'm easily spittin' facts, ya opinions don't matter No matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin' Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk Money long and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walk These niggas get more than bitches, expect that BSin' and half-steppin', how I'm 'posed to respect that? Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawn You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and horns Take it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was raw The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed No Belve' no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 Lady Luck] Ms. Jade holla at me... Yo I ain't in to rappin' funny, clik clak crackin' dummies Have 'em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny Baby the pussy's free but my time costs money Chain hang, look like I got Alaska on me Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit game Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeeze Huh, mami came to thug it, spits piss colored Escada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go) I live it for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal Holla at me When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade] Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter No momma can touch, fuck with Jade It just don't get no sicker, no bigger Best meets best muh'fucka, who would figure Yo sista pass the liquer Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one I'm still high off the last one These rap bitches do not know who they dealin' wit I'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em hoes that spit We too sick, this is how it's 'posed to be done Them misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck? You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi will spray Right through ya prostate, turn projects into the world trade I am a major shit talker, back it up Come and test I'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chest Luck is you still with me? From Jersey And Philly, zippin' down the turnpike Tricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitches We thugs, play tough then we duff three in ya mug [Chorus 4x] [Outro Luck (Jade)] Turn it up!!! (Turn it up!!!) Rock wit it (Rock wit it) Rewind it back (Rewind it back) I like that (I like that) Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) Uh uh hahaha |
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