If Headz Only Knew...

Ah, ahhh, huh..

Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B]

If headz only knew how

I felt about the rap game

They'd know -

I ain't goin out

If headz only knew how

I felt about the rap game

They'd know -

I ain't goin out [Heather B] "I'm 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 don't 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 it's easy

***** the fancy *******t, it's the simple things that please me

I sports fat gear, along with no name *******t

As long as

I got me some cash,

I don't care who name on my hip

I'm doin *******t for noventa-seis

That's nine-six in

Spanish, why don't your wack ass vanish [Chorus] [Heather B]

Demolition done, competition none

Reputation unsung strong long ground what

I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines

I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin

It's more to it, than a

Lex and duplex

Don't 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 ain't ready for the *******t

I got And when

I finally rock they'll 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

I'm rhymin,

I'm jokin

My tech', is more complex than ***** smokin

Senile, it's 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

I'll just keep spittin

Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and

I don't 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 there's no need to get wrecked

You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul

I'll have you wipin *******t wit'cho white towel

I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop

OOH! Heather

B, y'all ain't 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

Fat jersey 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,

I'm 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]