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