| Yo, what I need right here.
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| Is my ladies on one side.
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| And my fellas on one side.
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| This goes out to all the ghetto clubs.
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| And this how we gone put it down.
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| BEEEAAATTT CLUUUBBB! |
| OHH!
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| Who the hell wanna test me? |
| Big guns and things
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| See me in the SOURCE book, big frozen rings
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| Never been a follower, always been a leader
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| Y’all to meet us, get down on ya knees when you greet her
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| I’m a gangsta, see me in the ball wit my niggas
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| Rowdy lil' dudes ain’t afraid to pull triggas
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| Get shit crunk, I’m a fuckin' icon
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| Niggas in the street whisperin' about mine, why?
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| Cause I’m. |
| the broad from the East
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| Smellin' like Gucci, Fendi linen pants wit the crease, huh
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| You want a piece? |
| I don’t think ya half-ready
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| See fifty-five, but I used to push the Chevy
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| Fuck up tracks, but y’all just rap
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| Never touch pape, most of y’all just act
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| Heidi-flights, pimp rap, must tell y’all the truth
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| I get it in, but y’all mess around in the booth
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| What the fuck, y’all suck, come at all y’all smuts
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| Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks
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| What the fuck, y’all suck come at all y’all smuts
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| Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks
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| She’s a gangsta
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| Not a pranksta, y’all
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| Not a follower
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| But a leader, y’all, feel that
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| She’s a gangsta girl
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| She’s a gangsta girl
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| Now can ya feel that?
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| She’s a gangsta girl
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| She’s a gangsta girl
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| I got the sickest, rolled me a big spliff
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| Crazy when the mic palmed in my black fist
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| You do it like you, I do it like this
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| Ms. Jade, power food and project piss
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| Now, how y’all wanna play? |
| Spit it for the big pay
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| I leave that ass Up In Smoke like Eminem and Dre
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| Semi or the AK, do this shit the Philly way
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| We ball out to Hamptons just to get away
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| Best 'bout time we settle this
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| Up in the club, throwin' bows, actin' ghetto-ish
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| And if I stop, I’m a still be a rebel chick
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| Have you fuckas duckin' quick, puffin' in a tinted whip
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| Beat the case like Puffy did, legend-style like 'Pac and Big
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| When I’m gone, trust me, I’m a still live
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| Take, but I’d rather get you fuckin' wit the bigger kids
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| Bigger ones, bigger funds
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| Bigger fleece, Timbaland, bigger beats.
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| Cruisin' down 95 wit a cup in my hand
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| Hot throws, large bills tucked up in a rubberband
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| Got the aimed amount, won’t let 'em burn me out
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| Cause I’m a strong black woman, yup, grown black woman
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| Gangs, do I really play? |
| Nine-to-five barely pay
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| Pounds of the green shit, never fuck wit the trays
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| I don’t care if it bothers you, I’m still gone blaze
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| So sick like a virus that never goes away, hey
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| Hold ya breathe, you can smell the success
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| Spit sixteen off the pit pattin' ya chest
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| Yes, I’m so blessed, y’all cats is so stressed
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| Yeah, the streets been talkin' but my pen’ll do the rest
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| Future mapped out, money linked all in
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| I’m a saturate the game, then sink y’all in
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| Snakes, fakes, and dick riders, what I dispise
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| Out to take it all over and will not compromise |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song She's A Gangsta , by - Ms. Jade. Song from the album Girl Interrupted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп