| Where all the real heads at? |
| Word up
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| Fuck all that bullshit
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| Yo! |
| Soundman! |
| Turn it up!
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| Uh-huh! |
| We call this one «Da Heartbreaka»
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| «Da Heartbreaka» — Niggas is wildin out, no doubt
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| For those that made it alive in ninety-five
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| I’m bout to hit you with the nine-six shit
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| Believe that, rowdy niggas up
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| Raise yo' L’s and yo' middle left finger
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| Heather bout to bring this whole thing to a close
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| Zonin those that even try to be more than local
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| Rugged styles and vocal be my M. O
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| Shop is bein set up in yo' district and area
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| With the brick exterior — you can’t blow it down
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| Focus on my side, check yo' bag at the door
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| I prosecute bitin bitches to the fullest of the law
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| There’ll be no boostin, there’ll be no lootin
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| «Glocks Down» — FUCK THAT, I’ll start shootin
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| No trespassin, no intrudin
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| Wannabe hoods want my spot ruined
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| You betta watch yo' back or it’s BLAOW
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| We ain’t peace cause you smoke lye now
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| You ain’t come around back when I wasn’t smokin
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| Now all the time you wanna be tokin
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| I’m OPEN, open like the two-four spot
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| Got dimes of chocolate rhymes for the heads to get hot
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| Supply up your section with my illest, of weapon
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| I’m lettin no one in here unannounced
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| «Da Heartbreaka»
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| Labels flippin on me but I’m true to the street
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| This greedy world don’t give a FUCK how I eat
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| So I do my thing, survive or die
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| My back against the wall and they tellin me I
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| Can’t talk to the streets no more, are they stupid?
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| I’m ridin through the Ave on a hollow-tip bullet
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| Sippin on Remi, got a magnum of Mo-e'
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| I only want niggas and shorties to know me
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| They feel what I feel and they talk what I talk
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| I gotta please heads in New Jerz and New York
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| Move me from my post when I’m strictly East coast
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| Recognize the most thoroughest, word is bond
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| Armored clips of lyrics and stacks of steel tracks
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| Still slashin niggas cause I’m on it like that
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| I burn excess fat with a six-pack of muscle
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| Now go and get Russell to hear my _Def Jam_
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| «Da Heartbreaka»
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| «Da Heartbreaka»
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| So yo, stand yo' ground, make your mark, state your claim
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| In this rap game, there is no room for get-overs
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| Make room, for winners not losers, Big Willies Big Wilmas
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| Who lookin to shine for nine-BREAK
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| Brace yourself cause it’s about to be on and I can feel it
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| I done stopped, and folded this shit, now I’mma seal it
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| Shorty, you better stay clear of my direction
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| Servin verbal detention all day, and every day
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| Now who was it that said females can’t rhyme? |
| I’m witchu
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| That’s why real niggas got to keep this shit true
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| It’s those Beck’s and Heineken’s I crack from time and time again
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| That keeps me rhymin, while the rest of them, be home sleepin
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| These drums will be hummed throughout ALL the ghetto slum
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| Now who the bumba claat, wan fi test me now huh?
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| It’s a shame son, I got to be on it, like this
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| But it’s time I let 'em know, I’ll have none of this shit
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| «Da Heartbreaka»
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| «Da Heartbreaka»
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| «Da Heartbreaka» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Heartbreaka , by - Heather b. Song from the album Takin Mine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп