Ms Jade Best Meets Best(feat Lady Luck Lyrics

Best Meets Best(feat Lady Luck Lyrics

[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)

 Uh uh hahaha