Chorus]
Now let me count it off 3x
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off 3x
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off 3x
[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]
I know it's rare, but n****s 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 s**t in they Jags
I got dem n****s 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
Won't stop 'til they kill me
I get it done, rap chicks see me and run
Only mixin' coke with the rum
Ain't scared, n****s be bums
You wanna see me, beats f**k up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
[Chorus]
Now let me count it off 3x
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off 3x
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off 3x
[Verse 2 Jay-Z]
Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now
Uh, come on if you comin', get down with it now
Yea, it's young Vitto, voice of the young people
Roc C-E-O, hot hits for the P-O
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