*featuring Lady Luck
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[Intro Jade (Luck)]
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B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best)
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It's about time, don't you think?
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(Hey) Some real chicks
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Doin' real shit (Concern yaself)
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[Chorus Woman]
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It just don't get much better (Whoo-ooo)
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You can't get enough of this (Whoo)
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[2x]
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[Verse 1 Ms Jade]
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I'm easily spittin' facts, ya opinions don't matter
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No matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin'
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Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk
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Money long and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walk
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These niggas get more than bitches, expect that
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BSin' and half-steppin', how I'm 'posed to respect that?
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Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm
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Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawn
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You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and horns
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Take it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was raw
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The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed
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No Belve' no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 2 Lady Luck]
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Ms. Jade holla at me...
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Yo I ain't in to rappin' funny, clik clak crackin' dummies
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Have 'em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny
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Baby the pussy's free but my time costs money
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Chain hang, look like I got Alaska on me
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Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit game
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Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeeze
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Huh, mami came to thug it, spits piss colored
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Escada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go)
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I live it for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel
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I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal
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Holla at me
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When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck
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Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade]
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Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter
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No momma can touch, fuck with Jade
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It just don't get no sicker, no bigger
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Best meets best muh'fucka, who would figure
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Yo sista pass the liquer
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Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one
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I'm still high off the last one
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These rap bitches do not know who they dealin' wit
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I'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em hoes that spit
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We too sick, this is how it's 'posed to be done
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Them misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck?
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You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi will spray
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Right through ya prostate, turn projects into the world trade
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I am a major shit talker, back it up
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Come and test
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I'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chest
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Luck is you still with me?
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From Jersey
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And Philly, zippin' down the turnpike
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Tricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitches
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We thugs, play tough then we duff three in ya mug
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[Chorus 4x]
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[Outro Luck (Jade)]
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Turn it up!!! (Turn it up!!!)
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Rock wit it (Rock wit it)
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Rewind it back (Rewind it back)
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I like that (I like that)
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Ms. Jade (Lady Luck)
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Ms. Jade (Lady Luck)
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Uh uh hahaha
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Best Meets Best
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Ms. Jade |