(Intro - Ms. Jade)

Uh, Ms. Jade, yeah

It's like that old back in the day house party

Dance contest shit right here

(Verse 1 - Ms. Jade)

They got me, watching' my back, looking over my shoulder

I'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of Folgers

I'm the oldest and the youngest at the same time

Consistent to the beat, like we both got the same mind

I got the feelin' for the flava of the figures

Y'all don't know what y'all done triggered

Squad'll ride and turn big whipper

They love me, from block niggas that shoot cracks

College boys, them niggas with dreads and knapsacks

I spit greasy like an S curl

I don't just get 'em nauseous, I make them muthafuckas hurl

Step it up, next level once I get involved

Back flip, kick, then I spit like I'm Lara Croft

The game is off, I made every shot

From every block, hydro to the ready rock

I semi pop like I got beef wit ya

Them things gonna get cha, better bring ya peeps wit ya

[Chorus x2 - Bubba Sparxxx + (Ms. Jade)]

Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right)

Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right)

Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right)

Do you eat, sleep, and shit Philly (Damn right)

(Verse 2 - Ms. Jade)

Since I was suckin' on bottles, and playin' wit my rattles

Cocky wit the flow, plus I'm itchin' for a battle

Grab you and choke you up, toss you in the corner

Flows make you drown when you sinkin' in the water

Callin' for the coroner, funeral in Florida

Y'all don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya

Hot like Timmy, push ya buttons like I'm Jimmy

Peep shit, street shit, Broady game in me

It's a gimmick, fuck the house, I'll take it to the limit

Turn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin' wit my spinach

Smoke green in them Bonneville seats, lean

Ms. Jade, need an army to beat me

I gotta stuff you, one time you'll get it

A little talent but you don't know what to do with it

I'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor

Key element, right next to water, sun and fire

I'm from the 2-1-5, so ya'll guys better recognize

Handle half and leave the rest to God

Nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove

I save the bender for the suckas, shit I'm breakin' the rules

[Chorus x2 - Bubba Sparxxx + (Ms. Jade)]

Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right)

Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right)

Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right)

Do you eat, sleep, and shit Philly (Damn right)

(Verse 3 - Ms. Jade)

Ain't no way y'all folks don't smell what I'm preparin'

I ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt Karen

I do damage on a daily basis

Words boil you like hot soup and I'll let you taste it

I'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka

Born like 16th Street to the damn Ruckas

I'm dumb nice, ruin ya dumb lives

See a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb ice

Sometimes I feel outta place cuz I stick out like a sore thumb

Wild out so I can't wait 'til the tour come

I'm like Gladys without them damn Pips

Plus I smoke on them L's til my fingernails is black tips

I'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that I be on

Talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons

I'm disgusting, known for ball bustin'

Crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin'

[Chorus x4 - Bubba Sparxxx + (Ms. Jade)]

Is you a problem for them faggot boys (Damn right)

Would you finish off this bottle wit me (Damn right)

Could you lose it all to get some more (Damn right)

Do you eat, sleep, and shit Philly (Damn right)