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Where all the real heads at? Word up Fuck all that bullshit Yo! Soundman! Turn it up! [Heather B] Uh-huh! We call this one "Da Heartbreaka" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Da Heartbreaka" - Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" For those that made it alive in ninety-five I'm bout to hit you with the nine-six shit [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" Believe that, rowdy niggaz up "Two, three, BREAK!" 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 SongtexteWannabe 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 [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "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_ [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "Da Heartbreaka" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "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" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "Da Heartbreaka" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "Da Heartbreaka" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" [scratching fades out] Aus Songtexte Mania