Ms. Jade Jade’s A Champ

Whoa

(Jade, the champ)

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

Whoa

(Jade, the champ)

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

I got ’em, I got ’em

(Jade, the champ)

I got ’em, I got ’em

(Jade, the champ)

Jade, the champ, 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 murdered track?

I done see what y’all can do, never mind that

Like the old mixed with the new, like a Philly throwback

Take your best shots, I promise, I’m a throw back

We can take it back to the days of the Cadillac

Jumps out and handle that, heat melts your candle wax

Maybes and matter facts, Ms. Jade’s the fucking champ

Play the low and kill you softly like Roberta Flack

And then they, and then they mad ’cause I’m stating facts

And then they, and then they hate when I cop the cat

That old nursery rhyming this shit ain’t about that

My flow I mix between one-eighty proof and six packs

Spit circles around you, see if you could get back

Before you jump best know exactly who you getting at

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Ho, ho, this thing is real you could play it back

They said, “I couldn’t do it”, now look at me, Jade, the champ

A lot of squads is out, but Tim, he got the

And we ain’t worried at all cause y’all pretty wack

I been bending and cracking tracks, call me Jade, the champ

See it coming, eyes in back, blaze up a twenty sack

Y’all need team participation, what’s really up with that?

And so they, and so they, drill when you getting stacks

But they don’t know shit until it’s sitting in they lap

They handle it in more ways, make ’em holla back

In the ring with the thing thing, make me twist your cap

You fools is selling your soul for a little plaque

Let’s take it back to the hood where niggas is shooting craps

And everybody rapping, we ain’t do it for the stacks

I bet they really really pissed cause they knowing that

The robe is crested and steamed and is nicely packed

Clubs in the backpack, lights off, that’s that

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

Who am I

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Oh oh, it’s kind of hard being Jade, the champ

But I’m a 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 leave you where your gators at

This is for every person that I owe, I’m paying back

And every nigga turned groupie, I know you heard of that

People that smiled in my face and talked behind my back

For every dream that got lost, I promise I’m winning back

To all my peoples that knocked, we gone bounce back

And all the babies in the hood, gotta announce that

I can’t give up, I won’t give up, I crown myself the champ

So I don’t think y’all want to see me when I’m really amped

Ain’t no stopping me, I’m a long way from breaking man

I’m Ms. Jade, ’bout 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 full of pride, show you how to make them dance

They can’t stand to walk in my shoes and my favorite pants

Before you try know exactly who you getting at

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Champion, watch the people call my name

(Jade, the champ)

Ms. Jade Ching Ching – Part 2

[Timbaland]

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

[Timbaland]

You got the game all wrong

Moving on the pain’s all gone, oh

Get back to do it in the next telephone

Come up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh

Hair did every week

Shoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh

Have you acting all extra

Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless

Like my name was Saint Nicholas

Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous

Girl you better go go go I’m getting sick of this

All you wanted was my doe I’m gettin bigger chips

Pass on singer you would never lift a finger

All you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was [?]

When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl

You was steady living in a material world oh

[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love ’em all day, love ’em all night

Don’t get ’em girls roll doe

[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get ’em all day, get ’em all night

Come up off that doe

[Ms. Jade]

Sick of this song bout the money you spent

Boo what about the money I leant

Timberlands and the Sean John [?]

You forget about the times I went half on your rent, no

Bailing you out of jail

Makin sure you don’t forget to go and see your P-O

Piss test straight made you stop smokin dro

But you home as your [?] so you could work on your flow, ho

I was your down ass bitch in the street

Brawling niggaz I ain’t never even flip

You had wondering eyes I ain’t never even trip

Spent a couple dollars

Now you poppin fly at the lip

Nigga I taught you how the game go

L-B puffs dummy you was stinkin rainbow

Quadripled a million you was thinkin lame doe

Permanent reminder you ain’t dealin with no lame ho

[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love ’em all day, love ’em all night

Don’t get ’em girls roll doe

[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get ’em all day, get ’em all night

Come up off that doe

[Timbaland]

Come on girl I ain’t even tryna hear that

Better off by myself I know you hear that

All you wanna do is takin my money and argue

Stop playin you be callin me tomorrow

[Ms. Jade]

You must be crazy my bags is packed

Minks in the back of the ‘lac, a hundreds is stacked

I don’t want no parts

Got a lawyer like Mr. [?]

Money locked in, plus the streets watchin

[Timbaland]

What you gon’ do without a pimp like me

No pocket money, no rich wifee

Now ya mad at me wanna cause me pain

It ain’t worked out now you tryna take my change

[Ms. Jade]

Bout to take everything not just your change

That new ring you just got scoop your things

Parked in my driveway by the end of the week

So nigga, leave a message at the sound of the beep

[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love ’em all day, love ’em all night

Don’t get ’em girls roll doe

[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get ’em all day, get ’em all night

Come up off that doe

[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love ’em all day, love ’em all night

Don’t get ’em girls roll doe

[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get ’em all day, get ’em all night

Come up off that doe

Ms. Jade Keep Ur Head Up

[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

Ms. Jade Damn Right

[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]

Ms. Jade Big Head

[Intro – Timbaland]

One time *freak freaky* uh um

Two time *ah two* uh um

Three time *uh uh* uh um

*freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade

[Verse 1 – Ms. Jade (Missy)]

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

[Chorus – Ms. Jade & Timbaland]

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

[2x]

[Verse 2 – Ms. Jade (Missy)]

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

[Chorus 6x]

[Outro – Timbaland]

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

You ain’t never seen me groove like this hehe

Ms. Jade Best Meets Best

[Intro Jade (Luck)]

B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best)

It’s about time, don’t you think?

(Hey) Some real chicks

Doin’ real shit (Concern yaself)

[Chorus Woman]

It just don’t get much better (Whoo-ooo)

You can’t get enough of this (Whoo)

[2x]

[Verse 1 Ms Jade]

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

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2 Lady Luck]

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

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade]

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

[Chorus 4x]

[Outro Luck (Jade)]

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

Ms. Jade Feel The Girl

[Intro Timbaland (Ms. Jaded)]

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

[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]

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

[Chorus Timbaland (Ms.Jade)]

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!

[2x]

[Verse 2 Ms. Jade]

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!

[Chorus (x2)]

[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]

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

[Chorus (x4)]

[Outro Timbaland]

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

Fra fra freaky feel

Ms. Jade Stick Up Girl

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus – Timbaland]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus – Timbaland]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus – Timabland]

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

Ms. Jade Get Away

[Chorus]

I gotta get away (Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’ and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin’ to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

[Verse 1]

Now ya’ll know I represent for the chicks

But this girl’s so petty it be makin me sick

Plottin’ an lookin’ an watchin’ tryna pick up my twist

Always wanna know what I’m doin’ and see who I’m with

I dunno why she focus all her free time on me

Peepin’ out the window when she hear me jingle my keys

Right now I’m thinking that it’s to the point that she wanna be me

This broad is quick to copy everytime I get a new weave

Lookin’ at the name of my bags when I bring something home

Single black female, well honestly think somthing is wrong

Sit on my steps, talk on my phone, She quickly go get her phone

That ain’t the type of shit that you do when you normal and grown

Bitch go read a book or go an check a flick out or sumthin’

God dammit I gotta get away, cuz bitches be buggin’

This kiddie situation gonna make come at a chick

The funny thing is when we was younger we used to be friends

[Chorus]

I gotta get away (Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’ and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin’ to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

[Verse 2]

Got this girl round my way thats a trick

Trickin’ for twenties, young dummy and quick wit her lip

Get dressed and change her clothes, if she think you look betta then her

Hatin’ on every female that’s doin’ betta then her

Don’t know what it is, I guess she got sum low self esteem

Dealin’ wit brothers, friends, and cousins and causin’ a scene

Purposely mess wit niggas wit girls just to start beef

And she don’t really care if she’s known as a whore in the streets

You know the type that you speak to, but basically that’s about it

Cuz she the type a girl that smile, behind ur back talkin’ shit

In the club wit your homies, keep an eye on your dude

Soon as you get up, go to the bathroom, she makin’ a move

Turnin’ her nose up at people, actin’ all jealous and better

The hate gonna get her, lookin’ at the books wanna be thinner

Was raised as a quitter, that’s why she act the way that she do

Content bein’ the savage, actin’ like a god damn fool

[Chorus]

I gotta get away (Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’ and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin’ to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

[Verse 3]

This other chick must got her confused

I been focused and can’t nobody take me outta my groove

Hangin’ around in the corner store rollin’ her eyes

A year ago beatin my arrow? cuz she wanted a ride

I’m sayin’ won’t you fly me out to LA to get on a hook

I’m thinkin’ to myself this broad must be as dumb as she look

Handle the situation well like I always been doin’

Went away for awhile came back my name is in ruins

They say that she’s tellin people that T’m broke, ain’t got a dime

And that she really wanna battle wit them trash ass rhymes

Guess that’s the price you pay for fame, bein’ a star in this world

This verse I’m talkin bout a guy that’s actin’ just like a girl

Jackin’ me, sweatin’ me, ridin’ me, doin’ it tough

You never get nowhere in life doin that fealem stuff

Guess that’s the price you pay for fame, bein’ a star in this world

This verse I’m talkin ’bout a guy that’s actin’ just like a girl

[Chorus]

I gotta get away (Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’ and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin’ to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nes)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

I gotta get away (Why Nesh, Why Nesh)

Cuz females don’t get along with other females

They keep scratchin’and pullin’ me at my coat tail

Behind my back tellin to go to hell

Oh oh, Yeah yeah yeah

Ms. Jade Dream

[Intro]

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

[Bridge BIG (Woman)]

(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)

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 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

Telephone woke me up, the whole time I was fuckin dreamin’