Heather B. - Steady Rocking (feat. DJ Primo & Twyla) Lyrics
[Chorus: Twyla]Gonna rock you all night and it feels so tightSteady Rockin' till the morninglightDJ'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 carefullyExamen me, you'll find that I am more than a ConquererStrictly hip-hop with a, attitude that tells whoever I got to...You break fool, I get to poppin' ya.Heather B watchin' yaYa smile won't fool me, words don't move meYour actions will account for yaBasically I'm tellin' ya, cross me- I'm swellin' yaThe chiropractor gon' be the only thing feelin' yaI'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 careI put it all out there, so y'all niggaz can't extort meor bug me out, tryin' thug to me outPut your little team together tryin' to rub me outBut I will put it to you plainGame recognize game, I told the last nigga to bounceAnd I suggest you do the same[Chorus][Verse 2: Heather B]Don't compare me with nobody, we ain't one and the sameThey think about it, but I spits that thangI'm a one woman armyI gotta be careful who I collab with, I got a rep to maintainBack the ***** up, pardon meYou lookin' for fame and rolls to play but I truly raiseI'm the queen of hearts and there's only one higherI won't stop rockin', till I retireYou askin' me if I want it? my temperature's bubblin'Don't make me come see you for somethingTired of clowns, walk around frontin'Gangster this, gangster that till we bump heads.Now we gotta run, and then you switch your pitAnd turn straight, biatch! Beggin' me not to a breath word of itBut I'ma tell how you livin' how your style get differentYou 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 fatalQuick to fade you if I have to face youI don't know who you pray to, if it ain't the one that made youYou lose. Cause nobody else could save you.Your crew don't make you, if that crewGet hungrier than you do that same crew gon' hate youIt's me they relate to, lets get all the paperSo we ain't gotta be stressed till laterI can even make it racial, put it in black and whiteIf the dough ain't right, I got the right deface you.A lot of y'all cradle, wet behind the earsFollowin' peers. Still hooked to your mama's navel.But hey I don't blame you, this game is for big girls and big guysGot no time to change you, but look here's what I can sum it all upIf you with me than you with me, if not shut the ***** up[Chorus][Outro: Heather B]This goes out to my Jersey crewYeah yeah no doubtThis goes out to my Brooklyn crewBrooklyn one timeThis goes out to my Uptown crewUptown baby, Uptown babyThis goes out to my BX crew
