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Song title: Heather B. - Steady Rocking (feat. DJ Primo & Twyla)

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[Chorus: Twyla]
Gonna rock you all night and it feels so tight
Steady Rockin' till the morninglight
DJ's spinnin' all that song till morn'
Steady Rockin', ohohoh

[Intro: Heather B]
Who ya deal wit?
DJ Premier. Heather B. (None other.)
Coming to take back what's mine

Commissioner Gordon on the boards. (No doubt. Jersey!!)
Alotta heads gon get rested.
Alotta hearts gon get tested.
Alotta skills gon get questioned.

Here we go....

[Verse 1: Heather B]
So you wanna be popular, listen carefully
Examen me, you'll find that I am more than a Conquerer
Strictly hip-hop with a, attitude that tells whoever I got to...
You break fool, I get to poppin' ya.
Heather B watchin' ya
Ya smile won't fool me, words don't move me
Your actions will account for ya
Basically I'm tellin' ya, cross me- I'm swellin' ya
The chiropractor gon' be the only thing feelin' ya
I'm bossy, not flossy, I do what I do. Do you.
Why you care what it cost me?
My past won't haunt me, see I don't care
I put it all out there, so y'all niggaz can't extort me
or bug me out, tryin' thug to me out
Put your little team together tryin' to rub me out
But I will put it to you plain
Game recognize game, I told the last nigga to bounce
And I suggest you do the same

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Heather B]
Don't compare me with nobody, we ain't one and the same
They think about it, but I spits that thang
I'm a one woman army
I gotta be careful who I collab with, I got a rep to maintain
Back the fuck up, pardon me
You lookin' for fame and rolls to play but I truly raise
I'm the queen of hearts and there's only one higher
I won't stop rockin', till I retire
You askin' me if I want it? my temperature's bubblin'
Don't make me come see you for something
Tired of clowns, walk around frontin'
Gangster this, gangster that till we bump heads.
Now we gotta run, and then you switch your pit
And turn straight, biatch! Beggin' me not to a breath word of it
But I'ma tell how you livin' how your style get different
You be careful what you ask for cause you just might get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Heather B]
My codename should be Fatal, my style is fatal
Quick to fade you if I have to face you
I don't know who you pray to, if it ain't the one that made you
You lose. Cause nobody else could save you.
Your crew don't make you, if that crew
Get hungrier than you do that same crew gon' hate you
It's me they relate to, lets get all the paper
So we ain't gotta be stressed till later
I can even make it racial, put it in black and white
If the dough ain't right, I got the right deface you.
A lot of y'all cradle, wet behind the ears
Followin' peers. Still hooked to your mama's navel.
But hey I don't blame you, this game is for big girls and big guys
Got no time to change you, but look here's what I can sum it all up
If you with me than you with me, if not shut the fuck up

[Chorus]

[Outro: Heather B]
This goes out to my Jersey crew
Yeah yeah no doubt
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Brooklyn one time
This goes out to my Uptown crew
Uptown baby, Uptown baby
This goes out to my BX crew