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    Ms. Jade / Lyrics

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    Ms. Jade

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    (Intro)
    Ms. Jade's the name comin to ruin the game (Do It) (repeat 3)

    (Verse 1)
    I got a master plan knocking these bum broads outta my way
    Just came in the door and they got somethin to say
    Tell em step up if they want to act hard
    I don't need no great big bodyguard
    Only dump dimes when it's time to blaze the L
    You can do it just as long as you don't hurt ya self
    Pull up, hop out start spitting like the A.R.
    1-5 cake or sky high oh my
    Got the science and the formula for hatin chicks
    And whatcha do, if you don't like me you can suck a dick
    I'm smoother then a pair of lizard skins in '88
    A lotta suckas portrayin us when we know they ain't
    Get the fuck outta here your dealin with a rider here
    The chef in hell's kitchen, I'm stayin here for alotta years
    And for my thugs, real bitches and all my hustlers
    Keep it movin I ain't got no paitence for you bustas (DO IT)

    (Chorus paraphrasing Audio Two)
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (oh)
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (DO IT,OH)
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (OH)
    I am chillin (OH), we is chillin (OH), what else can we say? TOP BILLIN

    (Verse 2)
    Now I don't mean to be rude cocky and arrogant
    I Guess that's just the PHILLY in me, and I don't even care
    I Guess that's just the PHILLY in me, and I ain't even scared
    This rap game is a war and I done came prepared
    It ain't nothin to me to just pack up and leave
    but why shouldn't I give it every breath that I breathe
    And why shouldn't I kill it every time that I leave
    When these fake mutha fucka's is so easy to read 'cause
    My family got needs, my city need me
    So I'mma do it from the muscle bitch believe me
    Think 'cause I'm with Tim that I got it easy
    but that don't stop me from smoking up in the Crown V
    Stayin sucka free, weed in the truck with me
    This music biz keep a bitch puffin heavily
    3 in the mornin listening to Frankie Beverly
    I won't stop till the whole world lovin me (DO IT)

    (Chorus)

    (Verse 3)
    You can Cha Cha Cha to this mardi gras
    I'm the sickest rap bitch you done heard thus far
    And it will get be-tta I'm bout my che-dda
    and no one gets hurt (as long as you let her)
    Do my thing whether 2003 swing
    or I'm poppin that thing thing and lockin the game mane
    won't fuck up my game plan, dealin the same hand
    Just getting started and I'm only getting hotta mane
    So getcha feet into the heat start lurkin
    A dollar or a million I'mma be the same person
    Ms. Jade bout to take this shit
    And even if I'm through with ya'll couldnt catch my twist (DO IT)

    (Chorus)
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Melissa A Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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