Ms. Jade (born Chevon Young) is an American rapper from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
In 2002 she released her only album to date, Girl Interrupted, which featured the singles "Big Head", "Feel The Girl" and "Ching Ching".
In 2008, she released new music on her Myspace page, including "Cha Cha 2008" and "A Millie Freestyle". In 2009 she was featured in an interview with newfreemixtape.com, discussing her comeback.
She also was featured on Beyoncé's official remix to her hit single, "Diva", featuring Ciara.
In 2010 she released a video for her single "Blowin' Up" featuring Freeway. It is to be the first single from her new mixtape, "Str8 No Chaser".
Nelly Kim Furtado (born December 2, 1978) is a Canadian singer-songwriter, record producer and actress. Furtado first gained fame with her debut album, Whoa, Nelly!, and its single "I'm Like a Bird", which won a 2001 Juno Award for Single of the Year and a 2002 Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. Her second studio album, Folklore, was released. It was less commercially successful in the US but produced three international singles: "Powerless (Say What You Want)", "Try", and "Força" (the theme of the 2004 European Football Championship). Her third studio album, Loose was her biggest success worldwide. It produced the number-one hits "Promiscuous", "Maneater", "Say It Right" and "All Good Things (Come to an End)". After a three-year break, she released her first full-length Spanish album, Mi Plan. For Mi Plan, Furtado received the Latin Grammy for Best Female Pop Vocal Album. Furtado's fourth English-language studio album, The Spirit Indestructible, is set for release on September 18, 2012.
Melissa Arnette "Missy" Elliott (born July 1, 1971) is an American rapper, singer-songwriter, record producer, dancer and actress. A five-time Grammy Award winner, Elliott, with record sales of over seven million in the United States, is the only female rapper to have six albums certified platinum by the RIAA, including one double platinum for her 2002 album Under Construction. Elliott is known for a series of hits and diverse music videos, including "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)", "Hot Boyz", "Get Ur Freak On", "One Minute Man", "4 My People", "Work It", "Pass That Dutch", and "Lose Control". In addition, she has worked extensively as a songwriter and producer for other artists, both alone and with her fellow producer and childhood friend Timbaland, with whom she received her first production credit on R&B singer Ginuwine's 1996's album Ginuwine...the Bachelor.
Elliott was born on July 1, 1971, in Portsmouth, Virginia. She is the only child of mother Patricia, a power-company coordinator, and father Ronnie, a Marine. At the age of four in 1975, she wanted to be a performer, though she knew no one took her seriously, as she was always the class clown. While her father was a Marine, the family lived in Jacksonville, North Carolina, in a mobile home. Elliott enjoyed school for the friendships she formed and had little interest in school work, though an IQ test classified her above average and she was able to jump two years ahead of her class. This made her feel increasingly isolated, so she purposely failed all her classes, eventually returning to her age-appropriate class. When her father returned from the Marines, they moved back to Virginia, where they lived in a vermin-infested shack.
Yo, yo, yo, why you looking at me?
Why you looking at me?
Why you looking at me?
Why you looking at me?
Come on, tell 'em Jade
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I
Hate women that wanna be other women
Since they won I never fit in
I'm a rock the world with no games or gimmicks
Plan on winning ain't no limits
You hear it all in my sentence going
Shock up the world with something new and improved
Ain't stoppin' I'm makin' moves
No choices then I'm a choose
They can tell me to stop but it's obvious I'm gonna go
They say yes I say no you hear it all in my flow
This is young America steering you in your area, area
Do what I want and that's period
I get up and put on what I feel like putting on
When I don't blend in people look at me like something wrong
As if I'm crazy, strange, weird or throwed off
New chick driving fast in a old car
I'm still pimpin', still pimpin' just tryin' make a living
From the end to the beginning
It's a damn shame when you stick out thinking you insane
Rock everything from name brand to hand made
This is my life this is who I am I will not escape
Don't want a piece of the pie I just want a bigger plate
I'm just tryin' live and watch how the plot thickens
Ain't no problem 'cos everybody's just a little different
Open your ears and eyes and make the world listen
Be an original individual is my mission
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People is gon' stare, gon' hate, gon' talk
But never will they expose what they doing in the dark
If you don't give a shit but you know you got it together, fuck it
They gotta put you down to make they-self feel better
Black or white, dark brown or light
Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall
And I think it's a mess we judged on how we dress
How many cars we got, how many bitches we pop
If a nigga got girls then he considered the pro
But if a girl got niggas then she considered the hoe
And if a white person hang around blacks he a wigga
And if a black person hang around whites he a nigga
And if we try to make it out the ghetto we a sell-out
Pressure gets so deep at times I wanna yell out
This shit is crazy it's time we take a stand
Focus on ourselves and stop worrying about the next man
It's your prerogative tight pants are sagging
Can't please 'em all with a hotter poppin' of has-beens
It's just the world we live in that amaze me
People claim they real but most of them must feel gazy
Quick to judge when they so artificial
Shit it's obvious I guess people just got some issues
Counterfeit and crazy, so shady
What else can I say, I'm just a different kinda lady
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to really call me ugly?
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to really call me ugly?
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to really call me ugly?
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to really call me ugly?
You don't even know the half
You don't even know the half
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
'Cos I talk different, 'cos I walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
Talk different, walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Wear my hair different, make the world listen
People look at me wrong 'cos I dress different
Talk different, walk different
People look at me wrong, think I'm so different
Ms. Jade, Nate Dogg, Timbaland
We head strong, we head strong
We head strong, we head strong
Ms. Jade, Nate Dogg, Timbaland
We head strong, we head strong
We head strong, we head strong
Fricky, fricky, fricky Ms. Jade
Y'all know, pimp in my walk
Pimp in my talk y'all don't wanna start
Niggaz can't ever play they [Incomprehensible]
So I quit dealin' wit yo [Incomprehensible] with the cars
I ain't got to price them things
Keep it comin', cops rollin' like them things
Get 'em for their cash and things
Get a bitch [Incomprehensible] if he gon' trash them things
Buyin' up all the bar
Strummin' like strings on a guitars
Think one minute I'm up by the [Incomprehensible]
Now you can steady stop gleamin' the floor
I spit shit for the drops
In a square bench truck nigga blastin' The Lox
Better dial up the cops
Wait till they come, I'ma show you what I got
Head strong
End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cos niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong
I been in the hood, hood
Been to the islands, been to the woods, woods
Smoked by the lake, lake
Seen niggaz love me, seen niggaz hate, hate
Let me freak it one time, time
Same in the dark and the same in the light, light
Go get 'em on the grind, grind
Like a fiend for the white in the heat of the night, night
Get your wait up today,[Incomprehensible] still playin' them games
Hustle for [Incomprehensible], rings give me the chains
Oops, my betty ain't part of the game
I got friends in the front
Ho's in the back, Nate Dogg in the 'lac Timbaland on the track
Bubba Sparxxx, Petey Pab and Sebast in the back
Head strong
End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cos niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong
Why these niggaz hate hard
Spit many flows, many styles, comin' way hard
Never was known as a thug but you say you are
These ho's be walkin' round broke, thinkin' they superstars
Them things they get in cars, awnaw
Never been here before
But if you want a war, you better make sure
Dog that you all the way down to the floor
Trust then you walkin' out of the door
Gotta break lanes
They spittin' pork that ain't beef, they don't say names
It's Ms. Jade, motherfucker, I will break Danes
I'm from the hood, born and raised I can take pain, name
I can take pain, name, see it ain't that I'm great
And it ain't that I'm paid, and it ain't that I'm [Incomprehensible]
I'm a bitch, just came out the cage
You know you dead wrong so you ought to be afraid
Head strong
End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cos niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong
Head strong
End up on the pavement dead wrong, dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cos niggaz in these streets is dead wrong, dead wrong
Ah, ah, you dead wrong
Ah, you dead wrong, oh
One time *freak freaky* uh um
Two time *ah two* uh um
Three time *uh uh* uh um
*freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade
Interupted Girl, Girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Makin' it my du-ty
Tryna show off, thinkin' they can move me
(Here we go again) one time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true, true
Duty is my number one rule, rule
Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they (Hands up high)
Twisted at the bar I'm feelin (Alright)
Show 'em what they (Need to ride)
Dancin' until they feet hurtin' (All night)
Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh, and its all to the good
Never been Hollywood cause I stand for the hood
Its a different (Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game (break down)
See me doin it. it
I'm 'bout as good as its gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin' I promise I ain't gon' drown
Make the music (Move you)
Spittin' that crazy flow you can (Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got got g-got my eyes on the prize
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
We done did it now, now
Watch you put your money on me now, now
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the wild (House parties)
Sippin' martinis under the (Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick sound leave niggas stuck, stuck
What's really goin' on, on
Pilin' in 'til the break of dawn, dawn
Uh, switchin lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up but we still gettin' drunk
Let's get (Rooms for the night)
It's a Timb track so you (Know it's tight)
Uh, stackin the ching, ching
And its obvious I'm gonna cute little vibrant thing
Tear the floor (Up in the club)
Representin' for my real (Chicks and the thugs)
Whoa from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh, and it's all to the love
Twist up your 'dro get your drink for your mugs
Uh, and its all to the love
Twist up your 'dro get your drinks for your buzz
Uh-uh, break it down for me
Uh-uh, break it down for me
Uh-uh, break it down for me
Uh-uh, he-he
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this he
Get your big head on the floor
who da 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
? dudes ain't afraid to pull da trigger
get shit trucked ima fuckin' icon
niggaz in da streets whispering 'bout my rock
cos i'm da broad from da east
smelling like gucci and envy linen pants with
the crease
ya wanna piece i dont think ya hand ready
c 55 but i used to push da 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 da truth i get it in
but y'all messed around in da boot
what da fuck y'all suck comin all y'all smuts
poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks
what da fuck y'all suck comin 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 dat
she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
now can y'all feel dat
she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
i got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff,
crazy when da mic palm in my black fist
you do it like you, i do it like dis
ms jade powerful da project piss
now how y'all want play, spit it for da big pay
i leave dat ass up in smoke like eminem and dre
semi auto a.k, do da shit da philly way
we roll out the ? just to get away
best 'bout time we settle this
up in da club throwin' bows acting ghetto-ish
and if i stop i'm a still be a rebel chick,
hey you fuckas lookin' quick
puffin' in a tin of it be da 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
choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand
hot grills large bills top up in da rubber band
got da anger math, wont let 'em burn me out
'cos i'ma strong black women ya grown black woman
games do i really play 9-5 bin paid
pills are da grim shit, never fuck widda trays
i don't care if it bothers you i'm still gon blaze
so sick like a virus that never goes away
hey hold ya breath you can smell da success
spit 16 if da pit pat on your chest
yes i'm so blessed ya cats is so stressed
yeh da streets bin talkin' 'bout my pin a due da rest
future mapped out, money linked all in
i'm a saturate da game then sink y'all in
snakes fates and dick riders what i despise
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
You had me turned out as a young buck in a caddy truck
Givin' me dough for air maxes and new traxes
It was cool when you let me breathe
After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave
Damn I'ma adult now, mommy packed up the belts now
You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now
Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move
Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true
I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me
Layin' all them rules down like you birth me
Shit you the worst B, all try lock me
Even got both my next door neighbors watchin' me
You gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve with ya
I'm at the point when we split I will not miss ya
I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child
Trees gettin' to ya head 'cuz dumb chick ain't my style
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
I don't know what's wrong with you, is you my dude or a detective
Try to look at it from your perspective but I can't
You wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein'
Who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin', who I'm screwin'
Not you 'cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run me
High all day, plus you don't really even love me
'Cuz if you did you would let me live
The facts will pop up in your brain that I ain't no kid
And that no man gon' tell me how to breathe
Right disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sight
Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off
Bus off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs off
Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke with ya homies
But do me a favor when you sober don't call me
I'm finished with ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitter
Used to have it goods, nowadays you don't deliver
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
You think you got me on lock
'Cuz when my friends call I don't go
But this shit here's gotta stop
You be actin' like I'm on parole
Oh, why you trippin', why you trippin'?
'Cuz I can't take it, take it too long
Oh, do you call this big pimpin'?
Oh, this is what you call big pimpin'?
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me?
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Ya know this is f all the women out there that have been through similar
situations It don't matter where you from what you or how much you have Every
female done been through this
chek this out
If i had this thing on me i would've shot you right then
If i had this thing on me i would've popped you right then
Nigga
You said that you'll always be down fa me
If I had beef you had that four pound fa me
Fuck ya trucks, fuck ya jeeps, fuck ya ninjas and shit
I'm through with you and I'm still gom' handle my shit
Financially there when I needed you but so the fuck fuck what
You stopped callin, came through with hat bitch
What you expectin me to cry nigga
I smokes lye nigga
and I'm gon' be straight from now till I die NIGGA
FUCK YOUand everything you stand for
I should've known not to ever fall in love with a ho
Chorus:
Why you tell me that you that you love me
Why you tell me that you care for me
When you wasn't there at all
Why you tell me that you down for me and you was at all
(repeat 2x)
Took me to the spot that you like to gamble at
Had my boys in the spot that you like to gamble
WHILE THERE YOU WAS ACTIN LIKE A MAYOR
bIG MAN IN THE STREETS, HUH, YEAH, OKAY
I come crazy widdit the beats sinkin in it,
These niggaz shook and timid bang just to bin it
living probably zero and rats runnin deniro
I'm sick makin em settle like cheap tricks
I've the right to be cocky, long, lanky or stocky
I went to da lobby charge me wid assault and all robberies
Snatch they souls, ryde em on they pry
Show dem how to hold they crutches, spit like I was a guy
They wanna take ? they bleed just like i bleed
I ain't the same my game is at a much faster speed
I'm Ms Jade y'all flowin thru the rainfall
Like thunder this gon be a hot summer
I got it figured out, go da regular route
Cos short cuts only end up in short bucks
Get the dough and just stack, leavin em feelin like track,
Cheaper dan rat my damn voice platinum
She's a stick up girl not a sociable girl
Unapproachable girl everyday type of girl
She's a stick up girl just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl
She's a stick up girl not a sociable girl
Unapproachable girl everyday type of girl
She's a stick up girl just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl
Down with me runnin that new chick
Crashin' like a new whip for insurance money
It ain't funny down really runnin widda young ?
You wanna cold chattin' pissin' on a stove like a weak bladder
Come and see me switch flows up like this
Makin' y'all backflip and try to get my twist
Rocked up powder bakin soda and flour
Gettin' paid by the hour, see it proper devour
Ms J-a-d-e from the p-h-i ruin girls and guys ?
Yxy cats sayin' too much and doin' too much
Never purchase but be quick to run and go get a dutch
I'm the brotha relate to never lie or forsake you
Gloves on in the ring im the chick that could take you
Stayin' here for awhile came prepared 4 da miles
keep it cool, so the only thing I draw is a crowd
She's a stick up girl not a sociable girl
Unapproachable girl everyday type of girl
She's a stick up girl just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl
She's a stick up girl not a sociable girl
Unapproachable girl everyday type of girl
She's a stick up girl just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl
Never will I settle, man I speak 4 da ghetto
? classy rank heavy metal different cities and states
Take it back to da skates 2 will is cool to spit bananas like Ima ape
I'm da best in da grape, I expect you to hate, but wait
Hey aint even heard me had ya, blasha forfits, best bit trash dat
Open your mind I'll show you a different aspect,
I ain't a rap princess, im a rap pimpstress
Yeah I pay off the witness and leave em chilled like christmas
I'ma warn y'all now, bout to tear shit down
I ain't playin rap pangin', hittin' hard sittin' round
Man I mangle with this , oughta treasure my spit
Should be against the law how we puttin out hits
I'm nice man like the corner nigga dice man,
Hundreds on your nice damn. told ya I'ma aiight man
She's a stick up girl not a sociable girl
Unapproachable girl everyday type of girl
She's a stick up girl just a stick mans girl
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
(Ms. Jade) Lay lay lay ladies and gentlemen
(Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
(Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
(Ms. Jade) Lay ladies and gentlemen
(Ms. Jade) Skrip skirt skrip lay lay
(Ms. Jade) La la la lay
Earr err err
Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game
Bringin' the thunder and rain, bus or a train or a plane
Me and my girls shrivel all over the world
Makin' you stumble and hurl, braids, ponytails and the curls
I got them folk pumpin' and movin' around
Jumpin' and gettin' it down, sweatin' and workin' it now
No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight
So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes
No matter if he black, peurto rican or white
Stiletto heels tonight, free chicken wings and some rice
I got your dude lickin' my toes and stuff
What wha wha wha what, light the chronic up!
I know y'all gonna love when I do it
I do it professional like Duro and Clue
Doin' it all for the loot
Y'all better get ya'll asses up out the seats
Sweat runnin' down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks
Fricka fa frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
Fricka fa frick fa frick feel the girl
(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
Frickida frick fa frick feel the girl she'll
(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
Light the chronic up!
Ya bet was lost, time to set it off
Shoppin' at the mall, don't care what it cost
Concerned about who be in my sheets
You got beef with me? Then don't speak to me
Like how my flow different kinda pace
Garbage and the waste, please get out my face
You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase
You wanna taste? Lick me William H.
I'm leavin y'all toothless like Gerome
Rollin' on the chromes, two ways and the phones
This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit
Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin' up for rent
Rat smugg-el-in', like the government
Keep 'em bub-bel-in', take it on the chin
So now they all duckin' from the slugs
kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug!
I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied
Chain hangin' like Nas, see right through the lies
Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight
killin' and feelin' it right, gettin' it on tonight
We keep it real, type of chicks we are
Gettin nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car
I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down
Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown
I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote
Takin' off my coat, stuntin' tryin to poke
We in the back, countin' and peelin' the stacks
Combin' and brushin' the tracks, y'all can't hold me back
I'm comin out switchin' and changin' your route
Takin' it to the house, bills and large amounts
I got the club bouncin' and shakin' they frames
Glass fillin', puff and then pass, if your feelin' in Philly then dance
Frid fra frick fra feel the girl
Frid fra freaky freaky feel the girl
Freh freh freh feel feel feel the girl
Shh doha doha digga doha doha fra fricky fricky feel the girl
Fra fridicka feel the girl
Fra freh freh freh freh freh feel feel feel feel
[Intro] (girl yelling)
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey
[Verse 1]
Who the hell is this, paging me at 4:56 in the morning
crack of dawning, now I'm yawning
Wipe the cold from my eyes
See whos this paging me, and why
Its my girl Yvonne from the hair salon
Told me she was down the club last night
Shit wasn't seemin too right
These bitches hoppin out of Honda's and Gallat's
talkin greasey out they lips as if they won't get popped
I'm the same bitch from ninety eight
with the twenty two in the boot
Tape wrapped around the butt of the gun
Heat about as hot as the sun
Leave you tangled in my flow like a web spun
Plot on me? You askin for a casket
Your snotty-nose-ass son bout to be a bastard
I gotta have it, for fuckin those who try to fuck me
Ms. Jade, wolf in the dress
Got them things waitin never the less
[Chorus x2]
(girl yelling)
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(Clip from Notorious B.I.G.)
Gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringin
if my burglar alarm starts ringin
[Verse 2]
Keisha, Tracy and Lisa in the bathroom
while Yvonne was in the stall
Play hushin, heard the door
They was talkin 'bout how they was gonna get me
Gonna dip with the fifth or just to slip em with me
They said I was gettin too much shine how I came up
How I switched from the Lum' to the Benz truck
How I fucked wit Lisa's ex and I fucked up
Linked up with Timbaland but it was pure luck
They said they know where I rest at, in Nicetown
Livin home with mommy, gonna make us both lay down
Big knifes, one pound, I'm tellin y'all now
If them bitches chump, then they better bounce
Top story, Daily News, three bodies found
Family mournin over lost ones, it ain't fair
Don't wanna but I gotta do it like a paps mare
Keisha lockin the door to a broke Delta
soon as I seen her put the bitch in a Full Nelson
Kicked her in the back and shot her in the knee caps
Went up in the pockets while askin her where the weed at
Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and Lisa
Popped they ass one by one while I was puffin Reefa
Now I'm lookin for that bitch Yvonne
Cause when them hoes was talkin it
she didn't say shit, punk bitch
Them hookers got me goin out my mind
I'm all stressed and weed sweatin, gotta take my time
Settin me up, everybody schemin
Telephone woke me up, the whole time I was fuckin dreamin
[Nesh]
Oooh, ohh, yeah
Keep your head up to the sky
Determination in your eye
You can hold me when it's cold
If you can only let me know, oh
[Ms. Jade]
Young girl lost, when is you gonna learn to love yourself
To trust him mean that you can't even trust yourself
He was a dog when you met him now you mad as shit
You can't change that man what you see is what you get
And just because he throw you out don't let him walk over you
Have some pride you're a woman make him respect you
Brought bitches for him
Took a couple stitches for him
He at his baby mom house while you wash his dishes for him
How you gon' play
Believe anything he say
Choose him over your family on any given day
I could tell you not happy crying yourself to sleep
Gotta hit out on his ass you still pushing his jeep
Your career ain't pursuing it
When miserable what's love got to do with it?
I know it's hard but you gotta do what's right for you
See can't nobody hurl over obstacles in life but you
[Nesh]
Keep your head up to the skies
Determination in your eyes
You can hold me when it's cold
If you can only let me know, oh
[Ms. Jade]
Makes no sense
What us ladies gotta put up with
The backbone of ya niggaz and we put up with
Everything we hold y'all down when times is bad
Fuckin sis for two years now you know you're the dad
Tryna escape responsibilities be a man
And you won't even take a blood test nigga you ain't a man
Lie after lie said you'd always be there
That's fucked up cos the baby ain't asked to be here
Man she gotta struggle
Shakin her ass in a thong
Tryna make ends meet, stressed out all alone
Scraping up pimper money tryna keep her head focused
Hard to stay strong when better days seem hopeless
Everything happens for a reason it was written
Tried to make you stumble in this game but you didn't
Might seem tough but it will be alright girl
Get it together, do your thing, live your life girl
[Nesh]
Keep your head up to the skies
Determination in your eyes
You can hold me when it's cold
If you can only let me know, oh
[Ms. Jade]
Got turned out now you went and got loose at the panties
Went from weed to pills to coppin nose candies
Ain't had a siege yet but you headed for the grave
Screwin everybody don't give a shit about AIDS
Lettin niggaz run through you and use you up
You don't know that shit could mentally abuse you up
A free suck in a big truck
Neighborhood niggaz callin you a free fuck
Your grandmother havin thoughts of gettin rid of you
Your mom's smokin you whorin that's pitiful
All kinds of thoughts is goin through your head make a change
Ain't used it in a long time but you got a brain
Get yourself together ma you better straighten up
It's hard as shit on your own plus you growin up
Go to school get a job make your own cash
Do what them niggaz gon' say when you walk past
[Nesh]
Keep your head up to the skies
Determination in your eyes
You can hold me when it's cold
If you can only let me know, oh
[Nesh]
Take my hand
I'm here
Tell me
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Nesh]
Keep your head up to the skies
Determination in your eyes
You can hold me when it's cold
If you can only let me know, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Jade da Champ)
Who am I (Jade da Champ)
Whoa (Jade da Champ)
Who am I (Jade da Champ)
I got em, I got em (Jade da Champ)
I got em, I got em (Jade da Champ)
(Jade da Champ) Whoa, whoa
(Jade da Champ)
Big dreams and hurt feelings, call me Jade da Champ
I put the weight on my shoulders where other bitches slack
Who else you know could breathe life into a murdered track
I done seen what y'all could do, neva mind that
Like the old mixed with new like a Philly throwback
Take ya best shots, I promise I'ma throw back
We could take it back to the days of the Cadillac
Jumps out and handle that, heat melt ya candle wax
"Maybes" and "Matter facts", Ms. Jade's the fuckin champ
Play the low and kill you softly like Roberta Flack
And then they, and then they mad cause I'm statin facts
And then they, and then they hate when I cocked a cap
That old nursery rhyming, this shit ain't about that
My flow a mix between 180-proof and 6-packs
Spit circles around you, see if you can get back
Before you jump best know exactly who you gettin at
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Ho, ho, this thing is real, you could play it back
They said I couldn't do it, now look at me, Jade da Champ
A lot of squads is out but Timb, he got the sicker camp
And we ain't worried at all, cause y'all pretty wack
I been bendin and crankin tracks, call me Jade da Champ
See it comin, eyes in back, blaze up a 20 sack
Y'all need team participation, what's really up with that
And so they, and so they grill when you gettin stacks
But they don't know shit until it's sittin in they laps
Can handle it more ways, make em holla back
In the ring with the thing-thing, make me twist ya cap
You fools is sellin your soul for a little plaque
Let's take it back to the hood where niggas is shootin craps
And ery'body rappin, we ain't do it for the stacks
I bet they really, really pissed cause they knowin that
The robe is creased and steamed and it's nicely packed
Gloves in the backpack, lights off, that's that
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
..... (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Oh, oh, it's kinda hard being Jade da Champ
But I'ma do exactly what them losers said I can't
Gotta stay on my toes and I ain't afraid of that
You niggas pimp on, I'll leave you where ya gators at
This is for every person that I owe, I'm payin back
And every nigga turned groupie, I know y'all heard of that
People that smiled in my face and talked behind my back
For every dream that got lost, I promise I'm winnin back
To all my people that's knocked, we gon' bounce back
And all the babies in the hood, gotta announce that
I can't give up, I won't give up, I crowned myself the champ
So I don't think y'all wanna see me when I'm really amped
Ain't no stoppin me, I'm a long way from breakin, man
I'm Ms. Jade, about to show you how to take a chance
Corner full of rappers, show you how to take a man
A squad full of thugs, show you how to break a man
Niggas was full of pride, show you how to make em dance
They can't stand to walk in my shoes and my favorite pants
Before you try, know exactly who you gettin at
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Who the hell is this, paging me at 4:56 in the morning
Crack of dawning, now I'm yawning, wipe the cold from my eyes
See whos this paging me, and why
Its my girl Yvonne from the hair salon
Told me she was down the club last night
Shit wasn't seemin too right
These bitches hoppin out of Honda's and Gallat's
talkin greasey out they lips as if they won't get popped
I'm the same bitch from ninety eight
with the twenty two in the boot
Tape wrapped around the butt of the gun
Heat about as hot as the sun
Leave you tangled in my flow like a web spun
Plot on me? You askin for a casket
Your snotty-nose-ass son bout to be a bastard
I gotta have it, for fuckin those who try to fuck me
Ms. Jade, wolf in the dress
Got them things waitin never the less
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
Gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringin
if my burglar alarm starts ringin
Keisha, Tracy and Lisa in the bathroom
while Yvonne was in the stall
Play hushin, heard the door
They was talkin 'bout how they was gonna get me
Gonna dip with the fifth or just to slip a micky
They said I was gettin too much shine how I came up
How I switched from the Lum' to the Benz truck
How I fucked wit Lisa's ex and I got 'em stuck
Linked up with Timbaland but it was pure luck
They said they know where I rest at, in Nicetown
Livin home with mommy, gonna make us both lay down
Big knifes, one pound, I'm tellin y'all now
If them bitches chump, then they better bounce
Top story, Daily News, three bodies found
Family mournin over lost ones, it ain't fair
Don't wanna but I gotta do it like a pap smear
Keisha lockin the door to a broke Delta
soon as I seen her put the bitch in a Full Nelson
Kicked her in the back and shot her in the knee caps
Went up in the pockets while askin her where the weed at
Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and Lisa
Popped they ass one by one while I was puffin Reefa
Now I'm lookin for that bitch Yvonne
Cause when them hoes was talkin it
she didn't say shit, punk bitch
Them hookers got me goin out my mind
I'm all stressed and weed sweatin, gotta take my time
Settin me up, everybody schemin
Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah
It's like that old "back in the day" house party
Dance contest shit right here
They got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulder
I'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of Folgers
I'm 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
Ya'll dont know what ya'll done triggered
Squad'll 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 don't 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 I'm 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 I'm 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
Ya'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya
Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm Jimmy
Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me
It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll 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 you'll get it
A little talent but you don't know what to do with it
I'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor
Key element, right next to water, sun and fire
I'm from the 215, so ya'll 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 I'm breakin' the rules
Ain't no way ya'll folks don't smell what I'm preparin'
I ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen
I do damage on a daily basis
Words boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste it
I'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka
Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas
I'm 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 can't wait 'til the tour come
I'm like Gladys without them damn Pips
Plus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tips
I'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be on
Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons
I'm disgusting, known for ball bustin'
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
Ya'll know I represent for the chicks
But this girl so petty it me makin' me sick
Plottin' and lookin' and watchin', tryna pick up my twist
Always wanna know what I'm doin' and see who I'm wit
I don't know why she focus all her free time on me
Peakin' out the window when she hear me jingle my keys
Right now I'm thinkin that it's to the point she wanna be me
This broad is quick to copy every time I get a new weave
Lookin' on the name of bags when I bring somethin' home
Single black female, I honestly think somethin' is wrong
Sit on my steps talk on my phone
She quick to go get her phone
That ain't the type of shit you do when you normal and grown
Bitch go read a book or check a flick out or somethin'
Got to admit I gotta get away 'cause bitches be buggin'
This kiddy situation gon' make me come at her chin
The funny thing is when we was younger we used to be friends
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
Got this girl 'round my way that's a trip
Trickin' for twenties, young dummy and quick wit her lip
Get dressed and change her clothes if she think you look better than her
Hatin' on every female that's doing better than her
Don't know what it is, I guess she got some low self-esteem
Dealing with brothers, friends and cousins causin' a scene
Purposely mess with niggas, with girls just to start beef
And she don't really care if she known as a whore in the streets
You know the type of girl that you speak to that's about it
'Cause she the type of girl that smile behind you back talkin' shit
In the club wit her homies, keep her eye on your dude
Soon as you get up go to the bathroom, she makin' her move
Turnin' her nose up at people actin' jealous and bitter
That hate gone get her, look in the books and wanna be thinner
Was raised as quitter, that's why she act the way that she do
Content bein' a savage, actin' like a goddamn fool
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
This other chick musta got it confused
I've been focused and ain't nobody take me out of my groove
Hangin' around in the corner store rollin' her eyes
A year ago beatin' my ear up 'cause she wanted to ride
I'm sayin won't fly me out to LA, get on a hook
I'm thinkin to myself this broad must be as dumb as she look
Handled this situation well like I always been doin'
When away for a while came back, my name is in ruins
They say she tellin' people that I'm broke and ain't got a dime
And that she really wanna battle wit her trash ass rhymes
Guess that's the price you pay for fame being a star in this world
This verse I'm talkin' 'bout a guy that's actin' just like a girl
Jockin' me, sweatin' me, ridin' me and doin' it tough
You'll never get nowhere doin' that female stuff
Guess that's the price you pay for fame being a star in this world
This verse I'm talkin 'bout a guy that's actin' just like a girl
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell
I gotta get away
(Why, Nesh?)
'Cause females don't get along with other females
They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail
Yo this is Ms. Jade
And Philly's number one DJ, DJ Ren
Uh, yeah
Yo yo, drop your glasses, shake ya asses
Philly's number one DJ Ren teachin' classes
Stop the dumbness, Ms. Jade run this
The gun in the clip, I'm making ya'll duck quick
Got different strategies, I play it from every angle
Philly chick, Slicker than Rick in his furry Kangol
From now on rap ain't rap without me
And y'all mad cuz Ren the best DJ
They gonna announce me, and ya'll gonna sleep
I'm gonna awake ya'll, and ya'll gon' peep
How a young broad from north Philly snuck up in the game
Why you tremblin', still sneakin' your cousin, shame
Substaintial amounts of money, I'm signin' my name
I'm workin' on the Caddy Pick-Up, ain't stuntin' the Range
Ya'll aint satisfied wit' jinglin' baby
Changed, the bold Ren, the best DJ in the damn game
Uh yeah, Ms. Jade, DJ Ren
[Intro Ms. Jade]
Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah
It's like that old "back in the day" house party
Dance contest shit right here
[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]
They got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulder
I'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of Folgers
I'm 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
Ya'll dont know what ya'll done triggered
Squad'll 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 don't 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 I'm 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
[Chorus Bubba (Ms. Jade)
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)
[2x]
[Verse 2 Ms. Jade]
Since I was suckin' on bottles, and playin' wit my rattles
Cocky wit the flow, plus I'm 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
Ya'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya
Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm Jimmy
Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me
It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll 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 you'll get it
A little talent but you don't know what to do with it
I'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor
Key element, right next to water, sun and fire
I'm from the 215, so ya'll 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 I'm breakin' the rules
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]
Ain't no way ya'll folks don't smell what I'm preparin'
I ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen
I do damage on a daily basis
Words boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste it
I'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka
Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas
I'm 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 can't wait 'til the tour come
I'm like Gladys without them damn Pips
Plus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tips
I'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be on
Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons
I'm disgusting, known for ball bustin'
Crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin'
[Chorus 5x]
(What up baby?)
The champ is here
Uh, the champ is here
Ms. Jade, the champ is here
Funk Flex, here she comes
Beat Club, here she comes
215 Philly shit
Here she come, here she come
When the truck pull up, and a broad hope out
Every time I go to spit, nigga raw pop out
Tell me what's that 'bout, Ms. Jade the magnificant
If you don't belive then you must be sniffin' shit
I leave rappers in a frenzy, mind boggled
Numb the pain, say fuck it and hit the wine bottle
I'm tryna tell you I'm a problem chick
And if you know a bitch sicker, go and find the chick
I got the toaster, ready to approach the game
It's kinda crowded but I'm settin' off the open flame
These chicks happy 'bout Baby Vuitton bags and rented Jags
Niggas is noodles, I twist the L and take a drag
It's evident that I'm needed very badly
Many a record labels now wishing that they had me
Thou shalt not fuck wit Ms. Jade
Or may face a thousand deaths from old thugs with new slugs
Broad rap hard like I'm one of the best
Flows sick, you can feel a beat all in ya chest
Yes it's something fit and uncut, ya better buckle up
Drink plenty water, get a lot of rest and suck it up
Uh yea, the champ is here
Uh-huh, Ms. Jade, the champ is here
The champ is here, Beat Club
Known to beat thugs, the champ is here
The Beat Club, the champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The champ is here
The muh'fuckin' champ is here
Hey Flex, the champ is here
The champ is here
The muh'fuckin' champ is here
The champ is here
Yo, still hungry man
Yeah, ay yo I'm 'bout to make moves
And get this little bit of paper right
This broke shit got a bitch staying awake at night
It ain't a guy thing or a girl thing
It's a me thing getting high and drunk every weekend
Fuck drama I'd rather shine where you are
Blacks in the Cadillac no ice at all
Seven-six ay ah bitch watch me ball
[Incomprehensible] like a motherfucker dipping from the law
Kinda game is they playing?
I got a gang a players call my gang to bang 'em
A let 'em know that I'm all for their pay so
Tryin' to say nothing young gun that shit is play doe
Push the pedal to the metal hit the fuckin' floor
Ain't about the D O E then what you talkin' for?
Expedition never slippin' on a money mission
Shit is real when you ain't even got no pot to piss in
That's why I'm on the come up, for the come up
Watch you niggas get done up who try to run up
However, whatever the case may be
You tryna get it down down, we can get it down down
Yeah, up late at night
Yeah, at the kitchen stove
Yeah, with them V-12's
Yeah, tryna make they ghost
Yeah, with the tekan gage
Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
Yeah, ducking the federals
Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
Yeah, with the mansion runs
Yeah, fuck driving dog
Yeah, drug trafficking
Yeah, making illegal lefts
Yeah, making crazy rights
Yeah, code over money man
Yeah, never mind the ice
These motherfuckers ain't right
Mad 'cos I got my game tight
You never find a brawl who grind twice as hard
Uh, this money situation niggas acting funny on occasion
But that's on them 'cos that's time wasting
Meanwhile I'm a be scheming for dockets
Stash in the sock drawer, nice little duckie
Working on a master plan to get the master cash
Parties and shit I'm a have to pass
'Cos one day I plan to live it up
Until then you gon give it up
Money man tell me what the fuck is up?
Here we go, here we go, here we go again
Roll it up, light it up, pass it to a friend
Stacking it all whether it's twenty or a thousand
Out to take my Philly off of welfare out of public housing
Who me? I got bills to pay until then I'm gon make a way, is that okay?
Yeah, up late at night
Yeah, at the kitchen stove
Yeah, with them V-12's
Yeah, tryna make they ghost
Yeah, with the tekan gage
Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
Yeah, ducking the federals
Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
Yeah, with the mansion runs
Yeah, fuck driving dog
Yeah, drug trafficking
Yeah, making illegal lefts
Yeah, making crazy rights
Yeah, code over money man
Yeah, never mind the ice
The smell of money got my trigger finger acting funny
No stoppin' me homies until I'm sittin' nice and lovely
Keep puffin until I'm high as a bird
Want the doe, fuck the crumbs give 'em to the birds
Oh my stars ain't asking no how comes
Fuck being patient I ain't waiting for the outcomes
Fuck you eating out but please don't get me started
Out for the paper with that big face on it
Yeah, up late at night
Yeah, at the kitchen stove
Yeah, with them V-12's
Yeah, tryna make they ghost
Yeah, with the tekan gage
Yeah, sellin' gray and beige
Yeah, 'cos the red and blue
Yeah, ducking the federals
Yeah, gotta keep the smash an' biz
Yeah, with the mansion runs
Yeah, fuck driving dog
Yeah, drug trafficking
Yeah, making illegal lefts
Yeah, making crazy rights
Yeah, code over money man
Yeah, never mind the ice
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Hush little baby, hush little baby
Ms. Jade to y'all bitches
Let's go, come on, uh, ooh
Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
What about the money that I spent up today
Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash
People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates
Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast
Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for
It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour
And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip
If I been wit a chick, check me miss
Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips
But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta
No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters
If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
And I say
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia
Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us
Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich
Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks
Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes
Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow
So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours
I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores
I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops
Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother
Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score
You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga
What about your ching ching ching
What about your bling bling bling
So what you spent up all your money today
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring
Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats
I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls
Since day one it was ours it never was yours
Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture
Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer
No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you
All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything
I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive
I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
I know it's rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere
I'm from the land of white tees, Vickie's and Roca-Wear
NY guys spit at cats, do-rags
Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags
I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck
Atlanta, down south bamma's, you know they get it crunk
Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on
You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on
Rap game, regardless I stack change
the same affect as the game
Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name
I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly
Won't stop 'til they kill me
I get it done, rap chicks see me and run
Only mixin' coke with the rum
Ain't scared, niggas be bums
You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off
Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now
Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now
Yea, it's young Vitto, voice of the young people
[Intro]
Yo this one's for all my ladies
That been thru a similiar situation like this
It don't matter what color you is, how old you are
Where you from, what you've done
All chicks been thru somethin' like this
Listen
[Verse 1 - Ms Jade]
If I had that thing on me woulda shot you right then
If I had that thing on me I woulda popped you right then
Nigga, yeah you played me and said you was down for me
And If I ever had beef you had the full pound for me
Fuck your trucks, fuck your niggas, fuck your bitches and shit
Im thru wit you, yet I'm still gonna handle my shit
Financially there when I needed you but so the fuck what
You stopped callin', came thru wit that bitch in your truck
Bet you expected me to cry nigga, I smoked fly nigga
And I'ma be striaght from now til I die nigga
Fuck you and everthing you stand for
I shoulda knownn not to never fall in love wit a whore
Fooled youself, like I wouldn't ever get it together wit out you
Listen up wasted skin I'm much better without you
[Chorus - Lil' Mo]
Niggas you toyed wit my teenage years and my womanhood
I hate you, hope I make it understood, Good bye
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
[Verse 2 - Ms Jade]
Took me to the spot that you like to gamble at
Had my boys in the spot that you liked to gamble at
Luckily you was may day, walkin' around like it's ok
Big man in the streets, huh, yeah ok
Lead me on, told me I was gonna be your wife
Nice cars, big house, living a beautiful life
Yeah it's true I stopped fuckin' wit u plenty of times
But I change plans wit my girls for you many a times
Stepped back and thought about the dumb shit you put me thru
Broke alota niggas heart's 'cause I was fuckin' wit you
Honestly I'm kinda glad that I learned from my mistakes, nigga
Be a better person, fly bitch, get this cake nigga
You gonna see I was the best you had
You say you love me and you sorry, well that's too bad
[Chorus - Lil' Mo]
Niggas you toyed wit my teenage years and my womanhood
I hate you, hope I make it understood, Good bye
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasnt at all,all, all
[Verse 3]
Nigga if you see me in the street, I don't want you to speak
And if I ever have a show. I don't want you to go
It' ain't no comin' back to you 'cause, I'm hatin' you now
And usally when I hate a nigga then I'm layin' em down
I can't seem to understand why I fell for you
Pushed keys overseas, went to jail for you
When you got knock, I came through wit the bell for you
You had beef, I was there bustin' shells for you
I risked my life, shit I did a fuckin' ? for you
If I ain't miscarry woulda had a kid for you
I shoulda robbed all that fuckin' coke I hid for you
You gonna play me after everything I did for you
I'm pissed off I know you here the fuckin' anger in my voice
Stay around, blow town, you make the choice
But if your here when I come back
I'm still on your ass
I'm mad as shit, I'd probably wind up killin' your ass
[Chorus - Lil' Mo]
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
What you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
[Outro]
Yo I just wanna thank the guys
The guys who, who made us feel like this
Made us understand how strong we are as women
Yeah, I know my ladies understand what I'm sayin'
Yeah y'all know what you gonna do
Take it on the ?
[Chorus - Lil' Mo]
Why you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it [yeah come on bounce back]
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all,all, all
What you tell me that you love me, why you tell me that you care for me
When you didn't do it
Why you thought that you was there for me
When you wasn't at all, all, all
chorus(repeat 2x)
champion watch the people call my name
jade the champ
champion watch the people call my name
jade the champ
big dreams and hurt feelings call me jade the champ
i put the weight on my shoulders where other bitches slack
who else you know can breath life into a murder track
i done c what yall can do never mind that
like the old mix, will u like a phillie throw back
take yo best shots i promise i can throw down
we can take it back to the days of that cadillac jumps out
and handle that heat melt the candle wax maybes at matter facts ms jades the f..kin champ
played the lower q bus softly like roberta flat
and then they and they mad 'cause im statin facts
and then they and they hate wen i cop the cat
that old nursery rhyming ish, this ain't bout that
my flow and mix between 180 proof and 6 packs
spiters and cruisers round and c if u can get that
b4 u jump lets no exactly who u gettin at
chorus 2x
B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best)
It's about time, don't you think?
(Hey) Some real chicks
Doin' real shit (Concern yaself)
It just don't get much better (Whoo-ooo)
You can't get enough of this (Whoo)
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
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
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
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)