Heather B. - No Doubt lyrics

(I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls [ VERSE 1 ] Listen to me get busy on this track, big shots to Kenny Parker It sparked ya, marked ya, son, you'se marked for d**h You gots to be more Man than Meth to f** with Heath- Er B, be breakin down styles quite simply You're causin me, hold up, wait, b**hes is forcin me To show that I'm the ruggeder, I keep 'em turnin yellower See me, say to yourself, "I can't f** with her" My rowdy nuccas got all things covered, what! Pick that time and that spot and we'll meet up I'm leavin b**hes beat up, tell yo nucca roll his weed up Cause I'm yankin all you a**-stankin shorties By yo teeth, so keep yo comments brief The Lord-have-mercy's and the Oh-my-god's, plus the Please's You'll be sayin to your Jesus when my rhyme style releases So trick or lick a dick up, go find some f**in work Cause the only thing you gon' get around here is hurt No doubt (No doubt) (I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls [ VERSE 2 ] Y'all remember 'Um Tang, Um Tang'? Well now nuccas holler 'Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!' This be a Jersey thang-thang, nothin but street slang Nothin but blunts hang from the lips of this lyricist You try and diss, it's a mistake but I'll excuse you Lose you, defuse you if you claim to be the bomb Y'all corny mothereffers and y'all slick-talkin heffers Y'all uppers and your lower lips need sewin together Y'all talk more sh** than Al Sharpton when the mic on In person you'se a b**h with tight white panties on b**h-a**, trick-a**, you can't rhyme Prepared me for take-off, I'm leavin n***as flatlined ( *flatline* ) I came with that eenie-meenie-minie-moe And caught a sleepin rapper by the toe I'm undisguised, you recognize me In the black jacket and boots made by Polo A sister that be rockin solo Over Thorough-Ass Bo, Tone flows with the two followed by three zeros In 2000 I ain't checkin for no heroes I just wanna sit back and count mad dinero And have the CREAM comin from my rear, yo I speak crystal-clear, so I know that you heard me Heather B be the one hollerin 'Jersey!' Chilltown up in this piece And the Coast be the motherf**in East No doubt (No doubt) (I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls [ VERSE 3 ] I wanna be more Illmatic than Nas And have b**hes breakin and 19in and maydayin like Das EFX, I set, then set off, then re-set Your whole sound set, your rhyme cipher or your blunt set sh**, why you stressin me, ock, what I do to you? Nothin gon' stop the rowdy type from puttin tools to you Baggy Guess wear his a** tear us by the frame Gettin a** to a** and smokin ganja by the basket Rowdy ba*tards, we better batter up It's time to leave more bodies splattered up Let's gather up, round up [Names] Grab a Phillie and a touch of the invincible wideout We gon' burn on three different crews, from three different hoods I don't know who lied and told you it was all good Not around here and that's word Leavin teeth on the corner and a** on the curb No doubt (No doubt) (I f** around and get hardcore) (hardcore) --] Biggie Smalls