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    "She's A Gangsta" Lyrics

    Ms. Jade

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    [verse 1:]
    who the hell wan test me big guns and things
    see me in the source book bitch frozen rings
    never bin a follower always bin a leader
    y'all to need is get down on ya knees
    when you agreed I'm a gangsta
    see me in a ball wit my niggaz
    Rowdy little dudes ain't afraid to pull the trigger
    get shit trucked I'm a fuckin' icon
    niggaz in the streets whispering 'bout my rock
    cos I'm the broad from the east
    smelling like Gucci and envy linen pants with
    the crease
    ya wanna piece i don't think ya hand ready
    c 55 but i used to push the shell in
    fucked up tracks which y'all just rap
    never touch paper most a y'all just act high these flights pimp rap
    must tell y'all the truth i get it in
    but y'all messed around in the boot
    what the fuck y'all suck coming all y'all smuts
    poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks
    what the fuck y'all suck coming all y'all smuts
    poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks

    she's a gangsta not a prankster y'all
    not a follower but a leader now can y'all feel that
    [timbaland:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
    [ms jade:] now can y'all feel dat
    [timbaland:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

    [verse 2:]
    i got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff,
    crazy when the mic palm in my black fist
    you do it like you, i do it like dis
    ms jade powerful the project piss
    now how y'all want play, spit it for the big pay
    i leave dat ass up in smoke like eminem and dre
    semi auto a.k, do the shit the philly way
    we roll out the ? just to get away
    best 'bout time we settle this
    up in the club throwin' bows acting ghetto-ish
    and if i stop I'm a still be a rebel chick,
    hey you fuckers lookin' quick
    puffin' in a tin of it be the case like puffy did
    legistyle I'm poppin' big , when I'm gone trust me I'm a still live
    take but I'd rather give you fuckin' with the bigger kids,
    bigger ones, bigger funs, bigger foods,
    timbaland give the beats

    [hook x1]

    [verse 3:]
    choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand
    hot grills large bills top up in the rubber band
    got the anger math, wont let 'em burn me out
    'cos I'm a strong black women ya grown black woman
    games do i really play 9-5 bin paid
    pills are the grim shit, never fuck widda trays
    i don't care if it bothers you I'm still gonna blaze
    so sick like a virus that never goes away
    hey hold ya breath you can smell the success
    spit 16 if the pit pat on your chest
    yes I'm so blessed ya cats is so stressed
    yeh the streets bin talkin' 'bout my pin a due the rest
    future mapped out, money linked all in
    I'm a saturate the game then sink y'all in
    snakes fates and dick riders what i despise
    out to take it all over and will not compromise

    [hook x2]
    This song was submitted on August 14th, 2010 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Chevon Young, Chevon D. Young, Timothy Mosley, Timothy Z. Mosley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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