(feat. Sauce Money)



[Jane Blaze]

Uh-huh

Yo if I let you tell it, your rhyme style safe enough to sell it

But your weak flows, make me the bomb relic

Rap with Magnums like Tom Selleck

Spray a pumpkin, they don't call me Jane Blaze for nuthin

Now save your bluffin for one of them model chicks

Droppin our modest hit, to prove I'm the hottest bitch

Go all-out like an Islamic clique, I'm on

some Jeffrey Dahmer uncut drama, like when a llama spit

Release hammers to protect my trophies and banners

To be as nice as me, need a whole lot of manners

Unadulterated grammar, femenine stash

In layman terms, mean I'm swimmin in cash

Baby got back, means I'm winnin in ass

Got cameras with no bulbs, lookin to flash

So when I breeze through with more metal than R2-D2

and see you on the low like the D's do, say cheese boo



[Chorus x2: Sauce Money]



Get dough now, all about stacks of cake

and flow now, if it's hot like Jane, let it go now

Still movin with speed, when you Slow Down

nuttin left to do but blow now



[Jane Blaze]

Yo I got somethin that'll split your coconut

I know what you hopin but, Jane remains raw like an open cut

I ain't no New York floozie

Let every baller walk through me, suck a dick just to talk Gucci

Could care less about his 600

I focus on tricks who fronted, that track shoes, bitch run it

My words slaughter, rap's preferred daughter

Go on a spurt like the Bulls in the third quarter

Got niggaz masturbatin every day though

Hopin I'll move my tongue around they head in a circle like a halo

Now get closer, cause in a minute baby it's over

I come off at the clothes like strip poker (strip poker)

You just let a chick smoke ya (chick smoke ya) what's my name?

Blid-aze (Blid-aze), point blank range, I'll make ya brains Swayze

(Your brains Swayze) Yo weak poets, wanna test me or what?

Shit on they click so sick and still be sexy as fuck



[Chorus]



[Jane Blaze]

I keeps it real cuz, you know Jane name is still buzz

Suga what?  I disinfect tracks and kill cuts

I'm live type, lot of cats front like

they like to prizefight, I settled the beef with five mics

Play your hand right, I'm trump tight, slip up

get lumped up, see me when the guild points the bums up

CD come with a Phillie in it (word?) witty fillie

and silly widdit while you sound like Milli Vanilli did it

Pity you pitted your weak flows against mines

Since mines sound fifty times better, ten times

Visualize my speech, get a glimpse of the rhyme

Drop a hit with a shine, y'all know it's time

Rap's my duty, platinum acts better know I could

CLAP a cutie, or just kill him with natural beauty (beauty)

Who you trustin?  The one who gets strong burns

from dustin MC's, or the one who gets strong burns from pussin



[Chorus x2]



[Jane Blaze]

Blow now..

Slow down.. prestige

Sauce Money here, my nucka

Jane Bond, what?

Q-U

My click

Double oh-dimes

I'll be dere

Yo, slow down baby

I don't think they ready for this