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ft. Lady Luck[Intro Jade (Luck)]B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best)It's about time, don't you think?(Hey) Some real chicksDoin' 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 matterNo matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin'Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talkMoney long and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walkThese niggas get more than bitches, expect thatBSin' and half-steppin', how I'm 'posed to respect that?Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harmYa'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawnYou want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and hornsTake it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was rawThe hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissedNo 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' dummiesHave 'em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunnyBaby the pussy's free but my time costs moneyChain hang, look like I got Alaska on meMe and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit gameCocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeezeHuh, mami came to thug it, spits piss coloredEscada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go)I live it for real, spit steel grippin' the wheelI cut ya grill, 'til you look like SealHolla at meWhen them 380's buck, even old ladies duckDubs 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 hotterNo momma can touch, fuck with JadeIt just don't get no sicker, no biggerBest meets best muh'fucka, who would figureYo sista pass the liquerOr pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat oneI'm still high off the last oneThese rap bitches do not know who they dealin' witI'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em hoes that spitWe too sick, this is how it's 'posed to be doneThem misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck?You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi will sprayRight through ya prostate, turn projects into the world tradeI am a major shit talker, back it upCome and testI'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chestLuck is you still with me?From JerseyAnd Philly, zippin' down the turnpikeTricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitchesWe 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 hahahamore free lyrics