ฟังเพลงDa Heartbreaka

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"

Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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'ma 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 niggaz 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"