Ms. Jade

Jade Da Champ – Ms. Jade

Whoa, whoa, whoa (Jade da Champ)
Who am I (Jade da Champ)
Whoa (Jade da Champ)
Who am I (Jade da Champ)
I got em, I got em (Jade da Champ)
I got em, I got em (Jade da Champ)
(Jade da Champ) Whoa, whoa
(Jade da Champ)


Big dreams and hurt feelings, call me Jade da Champ
I put the weight on my shoulders where other bitches slack
Who else you know could breathe life into a murdered track
I done seen what y’all could do, neva mind that
Like the old mixed with new like a Philly throwback
Take ya best shots, I promise I’ma throw back
We could take it back to the days of the Cadillac
Jumps out and handle that, heat melt ya candle wax
“Maybes” and “Matter facts”, Ms. Jade’s the fuckin champ
Play the low and kill you softly like Roberta Flack
And then they, and then they mad cause I’m statin facts
And then they, and then they hate when I cocked a cap
That old nursery rhyming, this shit ain’t about that
My flow a mix between 180-proof and 6-packs
Spit circles around you, see if you can get back
Before you jump best know exactly who you gettin at


Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)


Ho, ho, this thing is real, you could play it back
They said I couldn’t do it, now look at me, Jade da Champ
A lot of squads is out but Timb, he got the sicker camp
And we ain’t worried at all, cause y’all pretty wack
I been bendin and crankin tracks, call me Jade da Champ
See it comin, eyes in back, blaze up a 20 sack
Y’all need team participation, what’s really up with that
And so they, and so they grill when you gettin stacks
But they don’t know shit until it’s sittin in they laps
Can handle it more ways, make em holla back
In the ring with the thing-thing, make me twist ya cap
You fools is sellin your soul for a little plaque
Let’s take it back to the hood where niggas is shootin craps
And ery’body rappin, we ain’t do it for the stacks
I bet they really, really pissed cause they knowin that
The robe is creased and steamed and it’s nicely packed
Gloves in the backpack, lights off, that’s that


Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
Who am I, who am I? (Jade da Champ)
….. (Jade da Champ)


Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)
Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da Champ)


Oh, oh, it’s kinda hard being Jade da Champ
But I’ma do exactly what them losers said I can’t
Gotta stay on my toes and I ain’t afraid of that
You niggas pimp on, I’ll leave you where ya gators at
This is for every person that I owe, I’m payin back
And every nigga turned groupie, I know y’all heard of that
People that smiled in my face and talked behind my back
For every dream that got lost, I promise I’m winnin back
To all my people that’s knocked, we gon’ bounce back
And all the babies in the hood, gotta announce that
I can’t give up, I won’t give up, I crowned myself the champ
So I don’t think y’all wanna see me when I’m really amped
Ain’t no stoppin me, I’m a long way from breakin, man
I’m Ms. Jade, about to show you how to take a chance
Corner full of rappers, show you how to take a man
A squad full of thugs, show you how to break a man
Niggas was full of pride, show you how to make em dance
They can’t stand to walk in my shoes and my favorite pants
Before you try, know exactly who you gettin at


Champion.. watch the people call my name (Jade da

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