Ms. Jade - Step Up lyrics

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Ms. Jade - Step Up lyrics

(Intro) Ms. Jade's the name comin to ruin the game (Do It) (repeat 3) (Verse 1) I got a master plan knocking these bum broads outta my way Just came in the door and they got somethin to say Tell em step up if they wanna act hard I don't need no great big bodyguard Only dump dimes when it's time to blaze the L You can do it just as long as you don't hurt ya self Pull up, hop out start spitting like the A.R 1-5 cake or sky high oh my Got the science and the formula for hatin chicks And whatcha do, if you don't like me you can s** a dick I'm smoother then a pair of lizard skins in '88 A lotta s**as portrayin us when we know they ain't Get the f** outta here your dealin with a rider here The chef in hell's kitchen, I'm stayin here for alotta years And for my thugs, real b**hes and all my hustlers Keep it movin I ain't got no paitence for you bustas (DO IT) (Chorus paraphrasing Audio Two) Step up if you wanna get hurt Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (oh) Step up if you wanna get hurt Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (DO IT,OH) Step up if you wanna get hurt Ms. Jade's gonna pull your skirt (OH) I am chillin (OH), we is chillin (OH), what else can we say? TOP BILLIN (Verse 2) Now I don't mean to be rude co*ky and arrogant I Guess that's just the PHILLY in me, and I don't even care I Guess that's just the PHILLY in me, and I ain't even scared This rap game is a war and I done came prepared It ain't nothin to me to just pack up and leave But why shouldn't I give it every breath that I breathe And why shouldn't I k** it every time that I leave When these fake mutha f**a's is so easy to read cuz My family got needs, my city need me So I'mma do it from the muscle b**h believe me Think cuz I'm with Tim that I got it easy But that don't stop me from smoking up in the Crown V Stayin s**a free, weed in the truck with me This music biz keep a b**h puffin heavily 3 in the mornin listening to Frankie Beverly I won't stop till the whole world lovin me (DO IT) (Chorus) (Verse 3) You can Cha Cha Cha to this mardi gras I'm the sickest rap b**h you done heard thus far And it will get be-tta I'm bout my che-dda And noone gets hurt (as long as you let her) Do my thing whether 2003 swing Or I'm poppin that thing thing and lockin the game mane Won't f** up my game plan, dealin the same hand Just getting started and I'm only getting hotta mane So getcha feet into the heat start lurkin A dollar or a million I'mma be the same person Ms. Jade bout to take this sh** And even if I'm through with ya'll couldn't catch my twist (DO IT) (Chorus)

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