[Heather B]  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 niggaz that I roll and stand with  I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph  My grill be like what? Niggaz know, I don't give a fuck  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  Fuck the fancy shit, it's the simple things that please me  I sports fat gear, along with no name shit  As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip  I'm doin shit 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 sex or 'mote sex sells, I got more respect  Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies  With the strength of fifty-four niggaz, word, that love me  Hoes ain't ready for the shit 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 weed smokin  Senile, it's time that I get more agile  Style versatile, FUCK 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 fuck no more  Fuck 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 bitches 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 shit 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 I'll 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 FUCK 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 bitches went and fouled me, they must not know  That in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws    [Chorus]