B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best)
Its about time, dont you think?
(Hey) Some real chicks
Doin real shit (Concern yaself)
It just dont get much better (Whoo-ooo)
You cant get enough of this (Whoo)
Im easily spittin facts, ya opinions dont matter
No matter the muhfucka we bustin, this muhfucka aint poppin or duckin
Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk
Money long and strong and Im a pimp, see it in my walk
These niggas get more than bitches, expect that
BSin and half-steppin, how Im posed to respect that?
Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm
Yall pissin over the beats, Im shittin on ya front lawn
You want it, it could be on, fuck the pianos 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
Ms. Jade holla at me...
Yo I aint in to rappin funny, clik clak crackin dummies
Have em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny
Baby the pussys 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 (Lets 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 380s buck, even old ladies duck
Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck
Yo yo yo, it just dont get no better, no hotter
No momma can touch, fuck with Jade
It just dont get no sicker, no bigger
Best meets best muhfucka, who would figure
Yo sista pass the liquer
Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one
Im still high off the last one
These rap bitches do not know who they dealin wit
Ill pimp-back-slap em, get em hoes that spit
We too sick, this is how its 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
Ima 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
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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