Ms. Jackson lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss]
b*tch ass n*gga
When it's all said and done
After they said I've won
All I'm gon' say is...

[Chorus: Andre 3000 & Jadakiss]
I'm sorry Ms Jackson (ooh)
I am for real (let's go)
Never meant to (they can't break my) make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times (ah hah)
I'm (sensitive ass n*gga) sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh)
I am for real (uh huh)
Never meant to make your daughter cry (D Block double R)
I (war music) apologize (lets do it) a trillion times (get your boots on)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
You tried to diss Kiss to the world
And it's your fault 'cause she said she saw you kissing a girl (mwah)
The hood was behind her for her whole career (uh huh)
But now they slightly starting to disappear (gone)
There's something about that, she's always angry (she's mad)
It might've been when them girls tried to push her scalp back (pa)
Needed some head room...
So she went out and bought Tyson's mansion with eighteen bedrooms (that's right)
She's all domestic bars that don't leave no marks though
You gotta digest the scars, (come on) in fact
Think you better tell her to get back
'Cause every Kiss rap similar to a b*tch slap
Too hard since way back in the school yard
She Hollywood though all she need is the boob job (Hollywood)
Girl in the bubble, didn't mean to trouble her
Man but I'm a calico (big Mike), I'm double her
I really think you should tell her to chill cuz (chill)
My résumé's longer than her doctor bill was (ok)
I did a song with Ja Rule biggin' the city up (New York)
She did the Magic Stick remix with Olivia
She got more money but I get busier (uh)
Think somebody is gonna end up killin' her (uh)
But when it's all said and done (yeah)
After they said I won, all I'm gon' say is...
[Chorus: Andre 3000 & Styles P]
I'm sorry Ms Jackson (ooh) (a hah)
I am for real (yeah, D Block)
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times (06 sh*t)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Hood had love for this b*tch (they had)
'Cause she came from south side Queen with a thug ass clique (shh yeah)
b*tch got change and she changed, now she don't f*ck wit' the hood
Probably give a n*gga brains (Styles P)
b*tch got boujee on a n*gga (boujee)
Went from the hood to Hollywood got a movie on a n*gga
b*tch talking greesy like New York sting (damn girl)
Sucking down south di*k that's some New York thing
And the b*tch used to be cool, hood even liked the b*tch (ha ha)
Used to listen to again in the weeds
She had stories of many men (many men), times in the club and n*ggas that was wanksta but the truth was to see
b*tch ain't sh*t, she was real good at bluffing it
Ordered protection on the n*ggas she was f*cking with
Now that's a ho that you just can't trust (uh huh)
Hired cops, that's a ho that you just can't touch (uh huh)
b*tch moved out new york when they were swinging them Glocks
b*tch got a deep voice but she would be singing a lot (singing a lot)
b*tch would sell her soul just to get on the charts
Want to front like she's gangsta but she got no heart
And she going to get hit by the mac and
All in the back and this time I bet the jaw will be cracking (ah hah hah)
She's going to get broken to fractions D Block (D Block) is the faction
All I can say is im sorry Ms Jackson (I'm sorry)
[Chorus: Andre 3000]
I'm sorry Ms Jackson (ooh)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times