She's A Gangsta - Ms. Jade

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!

Who the hell wanna 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

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

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 wanna 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.

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