Da Heartbreaka - Heather b

Where all the real heads at?

Word up

Fuck all that bullshit

Yo!

Soundman!

Turn it up!

Uh-huh!

We call this one «Da Heartbreaka»

«Da Heartbreaka» — Niggas is wildin out, no doubt

For those that made it alive in ninety-five

I’m bout to hit you with the nine-six shit

Believe that, rowdy niggas up

Raise yo' L’s and yo' middle left finger

Heather bout to bring this whole thing to a close

Zonin those that even try to be more than local

Rugged styles and vocal be my M. O

Shop is bein set up in yo' district and area

With the brick exterior — you can’t blow it down

Focus on my side, check yo' bag at the door

I prosecute bitin bitches to the fullest of the law

There’ll be no boostin, there’ll be no lootin

«Glocks Down» — FUCK THAT, I’ll start shootin

No trespassin, no intrudin

Wannabe hoods want my spot ruined

You betta watch yo' back or it’s BLAOW

We ain’t peace cause you smoke lye now

You ain’t come around back when I wasn’t smokin

Now all the time you wanna be tokin

I’m OPEN, open like the two-four spot

Got dimes of chocolate rhymes for the heads to get hot

Supply up your section with my illest, of weapon

I’m lettin no one in here unannounced

«Da Heartbreaka»

Labels flippin on me but I’m true to the street

This greedy world don’t give a FUCK how I eat

So I do my thing, survive or die

My back against the wall and they tellin me I

Can’t talk to the streets no more, are they stupid?

I’m ridin through the Ave on a hollow-tip bullet

Sippin on Remi, got a magnum of Mo-e'

I only want niggas and shorties to know me

They feel what I feel and they talk what I talk

I gotta please heads in New Jerz and New York

Move me from my post when I’m strictly East coast

Recognize the most thoroughest, word is bond

Armored clips of lyrics and stacks of steel tracks

Still slashin niggas cause I’m on it like that

I burn excess fat with a six-pack of muscle

Now go and get Russell to hear my _Def Jam_

«Da Heartbreaka»

«Da Heartbreaka»

So yo, stand yo' ground, make your mark, state your claim

In this rap game, there is no room for get-overs

Make room, for winners not losers, Big Willies Big Wilmas

Who lookin to shine for nine-BREAK

Brace yourself cause it’s about to be on and I can feel it

I done stopped, and folded this shit, now I’mma seal it

Shorty, you better stay clear of my direction

Servin verbal detention all day, and every day

Now who was it that said females can’t rhyme?

I’m witchu

That’s why real niggas got to keep this shit true

It’s those Beck’s and Heineken’s I crack from time and time again

That keeps me rhymin, while the rest of them, be home sleepin

These drums will be hummed throughout ALL the ghetto slum

Now who the bumba claat, wan fi test me now huh?

It’s a shame son, I got to be on it, like this

But it’s time I let 'em know, I’ll have none of this shit

«Da Heartbreaka»

«Da Heartbreaka»

«Da Heartbreaka»