| Song | Da Heartbreaka |
| Artist | Heather B. |
| Album | Takin' Mine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : B., Gardner, Parker | |
| 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" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} "Da Heartbreaka" - | |
| Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} | |
| For those that made it alive in ninety-five | |
| I'm bout to hit you with the nine-six shit {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} | |
| 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 | |
| Wannabe 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 {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"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_ {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"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" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"Two, three, BREAK!"*} "Da Heartbreaka" {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*"One two, one two, we gonna get on down" -> | |
| Common Sense*} {*scratching fades out*} |
| zuo ci : B., Gardner, Parker | |
| Where all the real heads at? | |
| Word up Fuck all that bullshit | |
| Yo! Soundman! | |
| Turn it up! Heather B | |
| Uhhuh! We call this one " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Da Heartbreaka" | |
| Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense | |
| For those that made it alive in ninetyfive | |
| I' m bout to hit you with the ninesix shit " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense | |
| 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 | |
| Wannabe 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 twofour 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 " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " 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 hollowtip bullet | |
| Sippin on | |
| Remi, got a magnum of | |
| Moe' 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 sixpack of muscle | |
| Now go and get | |
| Russell to hear my _ | |
| Def Jam_ " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " 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 getovers | |
| 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" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense scratching fades out |
| zuò cí : B., Gardner, Parker | |
| Where all the real heads at? | |
| Word up Fuck all that bullshit | |
| Yo! Soundman! | |
| Turn it up! Heather B | |
| Uhhuh! We call this one " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Da Heartbreaka" | |
| Niggaz is wildin out, no doubt " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense | |
| For those that made it alive in ninetyfive | |
| I' m bout to hit you with the ninesix shit " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense | |
| 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 | |
| Wannabe 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 twofour 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 " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " 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 hollowtip bullet | |
| Sippin on | |
| Remi, got a magnum of | |
| Moe' 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 sixpack of muscle | |
| Now go and get | |
| Russell to hear my _ | |
| Def Jam_ " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " 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 getovers | |
| 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" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " Two, three, BREAK!" " Da Heartbreaka" " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense " One two, one two, we gonna get on down" | |
| Common Sense scratching fades out |