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[verse 1:] who the hell wan test me big guns and things see me in the source book bitch frozen rings never bin a follower always bin a leader y'all to need is get down on ya knees when you agreed I'm a gangsta see me in a ball wit my niggaz Rowdy little dudes ain't afraid to pull the trigger get shit trucked I'm a fuckin' icon niggaz in the streets whispering 'bout my rock cos I'm the broad from the east smelling like Gucci and envy linen pants with the crease ya wanna piece i don't think ya hand ready c 55 but i used to push the shell in fucked up tracks which y'all just rap never touch paper most a y'all just act high these flights pimp rap must tell y'all the truth i get it in but y'all messed around in the boot what the fuck y'all suck coming all y'all smuts poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks what the fuck y'all suck coming all y'all smuts poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks [hook:] she's a gangsta not a prankster y'all not a follower but a leader now can y'all feel that [timbaland:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl [ms jade:] now can y'all feel dat [timbaland:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl [verse 2:] i got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff, crazy when the mic palm in my black fist you do it like you, i do it like dis ms jade powerful the project piss now how y'all want play, spit it for the big pay i leave dat ass up in smoke like eminem and dre semi auto a.k, do the shit the philly way we roll out the ? just to get away best 'bout time we settle this up in the club throwin' bows acting ghetto-ish and if i stop I'm a still be a rebel chick, hey you fuckers lookin' quick puffin' in a tin of it be the case like puffy did legistyle I'm poppin' big , when I'm gone trust me I'm a still live take but I'd rather give you fuckin' with the bigger kids, bigger ones, bigger funs, bigger foods, timbaland give the beats [hook x1] [verse 3:] choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand hot grills large bills top up in the rubber band got the anger math, wont let 'em burn me out 'cos I'm a strong black women ya grown black woman games do i really play 9-5 bin paid pills are the grim shit, never fuck widda trays i don't care if it bothers you I'm still gonna blaze so sick like a virus that never goes away hey hold ya breath you can smell the success spit 16 if the pit pat on your chest yes I'm so blessed ya cats is so stressed yeh the streets bin talkin' 'bout my pin a due the rest future mapped out, money linked all in I'm a saturate the game then sink y'all in snakes fates and dick riders what i despise out to take it all over and will not compromise [hook x2] |