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ft. Bubba Sparxxx[Intro Ms. Jade]Uh, Ms. Jade, yeahIt's like that old "back in the day" house partyDance contest shit right here[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]They got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulderI'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of FolgersI'm the oldest and the youngest at the same timeAssitent to the beat, like we both got the same mindI got the feelin' for the flava of the figgasYa'll dont know what ya'll done triggeredSquad'll ride and turn big whipper, they love meFrom block niggas that shot cracks, college boys Them niggas with dreads and knapsacksI spit greasy like an S curlI don't just get 'em nauciousI make them muthafuckas hurlStep it up, next level once I get involvedBack flip, kick, then I spit like I'm Lara CroftThe game is off, I made every shot, from every blockHydro to the ready rock, I semi pop like I got beef wit yaDem 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 rattlesCocky wit the flow, plus I'm itchin' for a battleGrab you and choke you up, toss you in the cornerFlows make you drown when you sinkin' in the waterCallin' for the coroner, funeral in FloridaYa'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' yaHot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm JimmyPeep shit, street shit, Broady game in meIt's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll take it to the limitTurn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin' wit my spinachSmoke green in them Bonaville seats, leanMs. Jade, need an army to beat meI gotta stuff you, one time you'll get itA little talent but you don't know what to do with itI'm through wit it, all that other shit is minorKey element, right next to water, sun and fireI'm from the 215, so ya'll guys better recognizeHandle half and leave the rest to GodNothin' to lose and somethin' to proveI 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 KarenI do damage on a daily basisWords boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste itI'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksuckaBorn like 16th Street to the damn RuckasI'm dumb nice, ruin ya dumb livesSee a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb iceSometimes I feel outta place cuz I stick out like a sore thumbWild out so I can't wait 'til the tour comeI'm like Gladys without them damn PipsPlus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tipsI'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be onTalk tough, niggas be like plastic like neonsI'm disgusting, known for ball bustin'Crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin'[Chorus 5x]more