Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah
Its like that old "back in the day" house party
Dance contest shit right here
They got me, watcin my back, looking over my shoulder
Im the best part of wakin up, like a cup of Folgers
Im the oldest and the youngest at the same time
Assitent to the beat, like we both got the same mind
I got the feelin for the flava of the figgas
Yall dont know what yall done triggered
Squadll ride and turn big whipper, they love me
From block niggas that shot cracks, college boys
Them niggas with dreads and knapsacks
I spit greasy like an S curl
I dont just get em naucious
I make them muthafuckas hurl
Step it up, next level once I get involved
Back flip, kick, then I spit like Im Lara Croft
The game is off, I made every shot, from every block
Hydro to the ready rock, I semi pop like I got beef wit ya
Dem things gonna get cha, better bring ya peeps wit ya
Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right)
Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right)
Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right)
Do you eat, sleep and shit Philly (Damn right)
Since I was suckin on bottles, and playin wit my rattles
Cocky wit the flow, plus Im itchin for a battle
Grab you and choke you up, toss you in the corner
Flows make you drown when you sinkin in the water
Callin for the coroner, funeral in Florida
Yall dont wanna deal with this broad, nigga im warnin ya
Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like Im Jimmy
Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me
Its a gimmick, fuck the house, Ill take it to the limit
Turn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin wit my spinach
Smoke green in them Bonaville seats, lean
Ms. Jade, need an army to beat me
I gotta stuff you, one time youll get it
A little talent but you dont know what to do with it
Im through wit it, all that other shit is minor
Key element, right next to water, sun and fire
Im from the 215, so yall guys better recognize
Handle half and leave the rest to God
Nothin to lose and somethin to prove
I save the bender for the suckas, shit Im breakin the rules
Aint no way yall folks dont smell what Im preparin
I aint carin bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen
I do damage on a daily basis
Words boil you like hot soup and Ill let you taste it
Im the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka
Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas
Im dumb nice, ruin ya dumb lives
See a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb ice
Sometimes I feel outta place cuz I stick out like a sore thumb
Wild out so I cant wait til the tour come
Im like Gladys without them damn Pips
Plus I smoke on them Ls til my fingernails is black tips
Im so hip, yall see the shit that I be on
Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons
Im disgusting, known for ball bustin
Crushin, bluffin, dustin, its nothin
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