[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