(feat. Jay-Z)
[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*ggas 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 sh*t in they Jags
I got dem n*ggas 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*ggas 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
