ms. jade
she's a gangsta
[ad-libs: Timbaland] Yo, what I need right here.. Is my ladies on one side.. And my fellas on one side.. This goes out to all the ghetto clubs.. And this how we gone put it down.. BEEEAAATTT CLUUUBBB!! OHH!  [Verse One] Who the hell want to test me? Big guns and things See me in the SOURCE book, big frozen rings Never been a follower, always been a leader y'all to meet us, get down on ya knees when you greet her I'm a gangsta, see me in the ball wit my niggas Rowdy lil' dudes ain't afraid to pull triggas Get shit crunk, I'm a fuckin' icon Niggas in the street whisperin' about mine, why? Cause I'm.. the broad from the East Smellin' like Gucci, Fendi linen pants wit the crease, huh You want a piece? I don't think ya half-ready See fifty-five, but I used to push the Chevy Fuck up tracks, but y'all just rap Never touch pape, most of y'all just act Heidi-flights, pimp rap, must tell y'all the truth I get it in, but y'all mess around in the booth What the fuck, y'all suck, come at all y'all smuts Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks What the fuck, y'all suck come at all y'all smuts Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks  [Chorus] She's a gangsta Not a pranksta, y'all Not a follower But a leader, y'all, feel that She's a gangsta girl She's a gangsta girl Now can ya feel that? She's a gangsta girl She's a gangsta girl  [Verse Two] I got the sickest, rolled me a big spliff Crazy when the mic palmed in my black fist You do it like you, I do it like this Ms. Jade, power food and project piss Now, how y'all want to play? Spit it for the big pay I leave that ass Up In Smoke like Eminem and Dre Semi or the AK, do this shit the Philly way We ball out to Hamptons just to get away Best 'bout time we settle this Up in the club, throwin' bows, actin' ghetto-ish And if I stop, I'm a still be a rebel chick Have you fuckas duckin' quick, puffin' in a tinted whip  Beat the case like Puffy did, legend-style like 'Pac and Big When I'm gone, trust me, I'm a still live Take, but I'd rather get you fuckin' wit the bigger kids Bigger ones, bigger funds Bigger fleece, Timbaland, bigger beats..  [Chorus]  [Verse Three] Cruisin' down 95 wit a cup in my hand Hot throws, large bills tucked up in a rubberband Got the aimed amount, won't let 'em burn me out Cause I'm a strong black woman, yup, grown black woman Gangs, do I really play? Nine-to-five barely pay Pounds of the green shit, never fuck wit the trays I don't care if it bothers you, I'm still gone blaze So sick like a virus that never goes away, hey Hold ya breathe, you can smell the success Spit sixteen off the pit pattin' ya chest Yes, I'm so blessed, y'all cats is so stressed Yeah, the streets been talkin' but my pen'll do the rest Future mapped out, money linked all in I'm a saturate the game, then sink y'all in Snakes, fakes, and dick riders, what I dispise Out to take it all over and will not compromise  [chorus: (2X)]  [fades out]