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1. _ Stick Up Girl
ft. Timbaland [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 I'ma 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 more free lyrics |
2. _ Damn Rightt
ft. Bubba Sparxxx [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] more free lyrics |
3. _ Count It Off
ft. Jay-Z [Chorus] Now let me count it off [3x] Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off [3x] Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off [3x] [Verse 1 Ms. Jade] 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 [Chorus] Now let me count it off [3x] Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off [3x] Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off [3x] [Verse 2 Jay-Z] 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 Roc C-E-O, hot hits for the P-O more free lyrics |
4. _ Best Meets Best
ft. Lady Luck [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 more free lyrics |
5. _ 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 more free lyrics |
6. _ Big Head
ft. Timbaland [Intro - Timbaland] One time *freak freaky* uh uhm Two time *ah two* uh uhm Three time *uh uh* uh uhm *freaky* four times *freaky* Ms. Jade [Verse 1 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)] Ain't no other girl girl Rub it in for the whole world world Make it my du-ty Try'n 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 Do me 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 (all right) Show 'em (what they need to ride) Dancin til they feet hurtin (all night) cause I stack cheese cheese I'm whatever its 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) Timb's hittin you crazy so 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 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 [Verse 2 - Ms. Jade (Ms. Jade singing)] We done did it now now Why don't you put your money on me now now Make you feel free free you ain't even on the same league league From the sky to (house parties) Sippin martinis under the (palm trees) You can light it up up Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs thugs Whats really goin on on Partyin to the break of dawn dawn Uh, switchin lanes in the truck and we know its gonna catch up but we still gettin drunk Lets get (rooms for the night) This a Timb trick so you (know its tight) Uh, stackin the ching ching and its obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing Tear the floor (up in the club) Rappers (?) with (chicks and the thugs) Move, from the bottom to the top Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock Uh, and its all to the love Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs Uh, and its all to the love Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz [Chorus x2] [Outro - Timbaland] Uh, break it down for me Uh, break it down for me Break it down for me Hu heh 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 Get your big head on the floor You ain't never seen me groove like this more free lyrics |
7. _ 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' more free lyrics |
8. _ Ching Ching
ft. Nelly Furtado, Timbaland [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 more free lyrics |
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