If Headz Only Knew...

Ah, ahhh, huh..
Aint no shorts gon be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B]
If headz only knew how
I felt about the rap game
Theyd know -
I aint goin out
If headz only knew how
I felt about the rap game
Theyd know -
I aint goin out [Heather B] 'Im Every Woman,' like
Whitney, and
Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc thai, that good ganja
I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel
Rainin on hoes in weak shows like
Tempest Bledsoe
My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed
It be these wild *****z that
I roll and stand with
I be rhymin til dusk, bout trials and triumph
My grill be like what?
*****z know,
I dont give a *****
I stay in touch with the streets, the corners
Employed by the people , start slackin, a goner
You wanna know why
I keep it real, cause its easy
***** the fancy *******t, its the simple things that please me
I sports fat gear, along with no name *******t
As long as
I got me some cash,
I dont care who name on my hip
Im doin *******t for noventa-seis
Thats nine-six in
Spanish, why dont your wack ass vanish [Chorus] [Heather B]
Demolition done, competition none
Reputation unsung strong long ground what
I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines
Im herbally and verbally distributin you listenin
Its more to it, than a
Lex and duplex
Dont sell * ** or mote *** sells,
I got more respect
Dressed in jeans,
Gortex and striped rugbies with the strength of fifty-four *****z, word, that love me
Hoes aint ready for the *******t
I got And when
I finally rock theyll see
I turned it up a notch
No more comin, but yo crack is wide open or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin
I hope that you be hopin, when
Im rhymin,
Im jokin
My tech, is more complex than ***** smokin
Senile, its time that
I get more agile
Style versatile,
***** doin a minute, in the penile
Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile
Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you [Chorus] [Heather B ]
To all the doubters, givin they opinion
My rhyme style winnin so
Ill just keep spittin
Yeah, Im just nasty like that and
I dont give a ***** no more
***** that herb and his whore, cause yo in my last game of freestylin
I dropped fifty
They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones
And then the tech, for bringin ******* down by they neck
Yo stop it, now theres no need to get wrecked
You play wild, but my style was flagrant and its foul
Ill have you wipin *******t witcho white towel
I crashed yo bust cause you dont think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop
OOH! Heather
B, yall aint know
I get up Plus
I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the
***** UP A team player, strategy the full court press up
Fatjersey and a baggy short
Guess Yeah,
I even spotted em ten and did damage
Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage
But even then,
Im not one to underestimate
So the whole forty-eight
I banged out in the paint
And when it all, was put on the line
Tied score, second left in double overtime
These *** **** went and fouled me, they must not know that in the clutch,
Heather B was gon sink both free throws [Chorus]