Best Meets Best Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

[Intro Jade (Luck)] 

B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best) 

It's about time, don't you think? 

(Hey) Some real chicks 

Doin' real shit (Concern yaself) 

[Chorus Woman] 

It just don't get much better (Whoo-ooo) 

You can't get enough of this (Whoo) 

[2x] 

[Verse 1 Ms Jade] 

I'm easily spittin' facts, ya opinions don't matter 

No matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin' 

Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk 

Money long and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walk 

These niggas get more than bitches, expect that 

BSin' and half-steppin', how I'm 'posed to respect that? 

Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm 

Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawn 

You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and horns 

Take it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was raw 

The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed 

No Belve' no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 2 Lady Luck] 

Ms. Jade holla at me... 

Yo I ain't in to rappin' funny, clik clak crackin' dummies 

Have 'em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny 

Baby the pussy's free but my time costs money 

Chain hang, look like I got Alaska on me 

Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit game 

Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeeze 

Huh, mami came to thug it, spits piss colored 

Escada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go) 

I live it for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel 

I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal 

Holla at me 

When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck 

Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck 

[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade] 

Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter 

No momma can touch, fuck with Jade 

It just don't get no sicker, no bigger 

Best meets best muh'fucka, who would figure 

Yo sista pass the liquer 

Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one 

I'm still high off the last one 

These rap bitches do not know who they dealin' wit 

I'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em hoes that spit 

We too sick, this is how it's 'posed to be done 

Them misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck? 

You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi will spray 

Right through ya prostate, turn projects into the world trade 

I am a major shit talker, back it up 

Come and test 

I'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chest 

Luck is you still with me? 

From Jersey 

And Philly, zippin' down the turnpike 

Tricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitches 

We thugs, play tough then we duff three in ya mug 

[Chorus 4x] 

[Outro Luck (Jade)] 

Turn it up!!! (Turn it up!!!) 

Rock wit it (Rock wit it) 

Rewind it back (Rewind it back) 

I like that (I like that) 

Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) 

Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) 

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