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’

Ms. Jade Ching Ching

[Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado)]

Ba da ba ba ching ching ching

Ba da ba ba ba ching ching

What about the money that I spent up today

[Hook goes on in background of song]

[Timbaland]

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

[Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]

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

[Ms. Jade]

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

[Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado)]

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

[Ms. Jade]

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

[Nelly Furtado]

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

[Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]

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

[Outro x4]

Ba da ba ba ching ching ching

Ba da ba ba ba ching ching

What about the money that I spent up today

Ms. Jade The Come Up

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 ???

Blacks in the Cadillac no ice at all

Seven-six ay ah bitch watch me ball

?? like a motherfucker dipping from the law, Awnaw

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 the ?

? say nothing young’n 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 grey and beige

Yeah, cos the red and blue

Yeah, ducking the federals

Yeah, gotta keep the smash n biz

Yeah, with the mansion runs

Yeah, fuck driving dog

Yeah, drug trafficking

Yeah, making illegal lefts

Yeah, making crazy rights

Yeah, code over moneyman

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

Moneyman 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 grey and beige

Yeah, cos the red and blue

Yeah, ducking the federals

Yeah, gotta keep the smash n biz

Yeah, with the mansion runs

Yeah, fuck driving dog

Yeah, drug trafficking

Yeah, making illegal lefts

Yeah, making crazy rights

Yeah, code over moneyman

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 come’s

Fuck being patient I ain’t waiting for the outcomes

Fuck you eating ? 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 grey and beige

Yeah, cos the red and blue

Yeah, ducking the federals

Yeah, gotta keep the smash n biz

Yeah, with the mansion runs

Yeah, fuck driving dog

Yeah, drug trafficking

Yeah, making illegal lefts

Yeah, making crazy rights

Yeah, code over moneyman

Yeah, never mind the ice

Hush little baby, hush little baby

Hush little baby, hush little baby (where my dutches and my weed)

Hush little baby, hush little baby (and my henny and my vodka)

Hush little baby, hush little baby (all you other motherfuckers)

Hush little baby, hush little baby (get off my dick)

Hush little baby, hush little baby

Let’s go, y’all can’t fuck wit me and my nigga

Hush little baby, hush little baby (fuck it)

Hush little baby, hush little baby (Jade)

Ms. Jade to y’all bitches

Let’s go, come on, uh, ooh

Ms. Jade Step Up

[Intro]

Ms. Jade’s the name comin to ruin the game (Do It) [x3]

[Verse 1]

I got a master plan knocking these bum broads outta my way

Just came in the door and they got somethin to say

Tell em step up if they wanna act hard

I don’t need no great big bodyguard

Only dump dimes when it’s time to blaze the L

You can do it just as long as you don’t hurt ya self

Pull up, hop out start spitting like the A.R.

1-5 cake or sky high oh my

Got the science and the formula for hatin chicks

And whatcha do, if you don’t like me you can suck a dick

I’m smoother then a pair of lizard skins in ’88

A lotta suckas portrayin us when we know they ain’t

Get the fuck outta here your dealin with a rider here

The chef in hell’s kitchen, I’m stayin here for alotta years

And for my thugs, real bitches and all my hustlers

Keep it movin I ain’t got no paitence for you bustas (DO IT)

[Chorus paraphrasing Audio Two]

Step up if you wanna get hurt

Ms. Jade’s gonna pull your skirt (oh)

Step up if you wanna get hurt

Ms. Jade’s gonna pull your skirt (DO IT,OH)

Step up if you wanna get hurt

Ms. Jade’s gonna pull your skirt (OH)

I am chillin (OH), we is chillin (OH), what else can we say? TOP BILLIN

[Verse 2]

Now I don’t mean to be rude cocky and arrogant

I Guess that’s just the PHILLY in me, and I don’t even care

I Guess that’s just the PHILLY in me, and I ain’t even scared

This rap game is a war and I done came prepared

It ain’t nothin to me to just pack up and leave

but why shouldn’t I give it every breath that I breathe

And why shouldnt I kill it every time that I leave

When these fake mutha fucka’s is so easy to read cuz

My family got needs, my city need me

So I’mma do it from the muscle bitch believe me

Think cuz I’m with Tim that I got it easy

but that don’t stop me from smoking up in the Crown V

Stayin sucka free, weed in the truck with me

This music biz keep a bitch puffin heavily

3 in the mornin listening to Frankie Beverly

I wont stop till the whole world lovin me (DO IT)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

You can Cha Cha Cha to this mardi gras

I’m the sickest rap bitch you done heard thus far

And it will get be-tta I’m bout my che-dda

and noone gets hurt (as long as you let her)

Do my thing whether 2003 swing

or I’m poppin that thing thing and lockin the game mane

wont fuck up my game plan, dealin the same hand

Just getting started and I’m only getting hotta mane

So getcha feet into the heat start lurkin

A dollar or a million I’mma be the same person

Ms. Jade bout to take this shit

And even if I’m through with ya’ll couldnt catch my twist (DO IT)

[Chorus]

Ms. Jade Blow Ya Mind

[Intro]

Yo this is Ms. Jade

And Philly’s number one DJ, DJ Ren

Uh, yeah

[Ms. Jade]

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

Phillys number one DJ, 215, Beat Club, yea