Count It Off

[Ms. Jade]

You best come on, get that ass swung on

When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on

Make sure it's stick so Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys

My bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy

Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit me

For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey

They spit willie, though half of the bitches feel me

The other half is trashed, 'cause words could never kill me

I got this thick, it's ridiculous how I switch shit

Look who I'm with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch

Whether it's friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe

I'm stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous

I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark

All bite, no bark, play my damn part

I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do

Pimp you, then I'll get rid of you, I'll shit on your whole crew

[Chorus, Ms. Jade]

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you, blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

[Ms. Jade]

I know it's rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere

I'm from the land of white tees, Vickie's and Roca-Wear

NY guys spit at cats, do-rags

Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags

I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck

Atlanta, down south bamma's, you know they get it crunk

Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on

You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on

Rap game, regardless I stack change

the same affect as the game

Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name

I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly