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no doubt - heather b lyrics

(i f-ck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) –] biggie smalls

[ verse 1 ]
listen to me get busy on this track, big shots to kenny parker
it sparked ya, marked ya, son, you’se marked for death
you gots to be more man than meth to f-ck with heath-
er b, be breakin down styles quite simply
you’re causin me, hold up, wait, b-tches is forcin me
to show that i’m the ruggeder, i keep ’em turnin yellower
see me, say to yourself, “i can’t f-ck with her”
my rowdy nuccas got all things covered, what!
pick that time and that spot and we’ll meet up
i’m leavin b-tches beat up, tell yo nucca roll his weed up
cause i’m yankin all you -ss-stankin shorties
by yo t–th, so keep yo comments brief
the lord-have-mercy’s and the oh-my-god’s, plus the please’s
you’ll be sayin to your jesus when my rhyme style releases
so trick or l!ck a d-ck up, go find some f-ckin work
cause the only thing you gon’ get around here is hurt
no doubt (no doubt)

(i f-ck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) –] biggie smalls

[ verse 2 ]
y’all remember ‘um tang, um tang’?
well now nuccas holler ‘wu-tang, wu-tang!’
this be a jersey thang-thang, nothin but street slang
nothin but blunts hang from the lips of this lyricist
you try and diss, it’s a mistake but i’ll excuse you
lose you, defuse you if you claim to be the bomb
y’all corny mothereffers and y’all sl!ck-talkin heffers
y’all uppers and your lower lips need sewin together
y’all talk more sh-t than al sharpton when the mic on
in person you’se a b-tch with tight white panties on
b-tch–ss, trick–ss, you can’t rhyme
prepared me for take-off, i’m leavin n-ggas flatlined
( -flatline- )
i came with that eenie-meenie-minie-moe
and caught a sleepin rapper by the toe
i’m undisguised, you recognize me
in the black jacket and boots made by polo
a sister that be rockin solo
over thorough–ss bo, tone flows with the two followed by three zeros
in 2000 i ain’t checkin for no heroes
i just wanna sit back and count mad dinero
and have the cream comin from my rear, yo
i speak crystal-clear, so i know that you heard me
heather b be the one hollerin ‘jersey!’
chilltown up in this piece
and the coast be the motherf-ckin east
no doubt (no doubt)

(i f-ck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) –] biggie smalls

[ verse 3 ]
i wanna be more illmatic than nas
and have b-tches breakin and 19in and maydayin like das
efx, i set, then set off, then re-set
your whole sound set, your rhyme cipher or your blunt set
sh-t, why you stressin me, ock, what i do to you?
nothin gon’ stop the rowdy type from puttin tools to you
baggy guess wear his -ss tear us by the frame
gettin -ss to -ss and smokin ganja by the basket
rowdy b-st-rds, we better batter up
it’s time to leave more bodies splattered up
let’s gather up, round up [names]
grab a phillie and a touch of the invincible wideout
we gon’ burn on three different crews, from three different hoods
i don’t know who lied and told you it was all good
not around here and that’s word
leavin t–th on the corner and -ss on the curb
no doubt (no doubt)

(i f-ck around and get hardcore) (hardcore) –] biggie smalls

- heather b lyrics

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