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Heather B. - I Get Wreck

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[ VERSE 1 ]
I ain`t one to gossip, but I heard your shit was wack
And I ain`t one to brag, but this jam is fat
I won`t push you to the extreme to say I`m all that
But if you have to ask, then you must think that
Don`t understand what it means to be conceited
Never left a sentence or a verse incompleted
In a battle I won`t get defeated
And I don`t get mad, I get heated
Had to wreck the ones that wanted to fight me
Don`t give a damn if nobody likes me
Never lit the likes of pipes or hype
I`m livin for me, myself and the mic
Love to rock Nikes and a dope sweat hoodie
You can`t buy vinyl at no Sam Goody
Hip-hop DJ`s, what will you do
Record companies don`t know, when you do, buy two
They`re killin hip-hop with ease
And I hate those damn cd`s
Now let`s talk about the birds and Heather B`s
Sisters, don`t allow yourself to get skeezed
And believe I got the mad self-respect
So recognize and understand my rep
And if you show me any disrespect
You better know that I get wreck

[ CHORUS ]
And I get wreck
(On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba
(Ugh! Ugh! Ugh)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I`m not a star, cause I don`t shine
I`m a go-getter, cause I will go get mine
I ain`t lazy, moody or shady
And I won`t lie, but I am crazy
The same way I chill, I will ill
And I wanna beat you cause your ???? need a kill
I got skills and I don`t pop pills
And no man can say that I want his diznills
I won`t fix anything that`s not broken
Rather jump the turnstyle than pay a token
I`m no criminal, I`m not crooked
But I can`t say that I`ll never do it
The Kenny Parker beats are just stupid
He finds the funky shit and he loops it
Adds the flavor, bass, hi`s and snares
Books a studio session and I meet him there
I grab my lyrics and get a microphone check
And open my mouth, then commence to wreck

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
I used to get weeded, but now I hate the smell
So I stopped just to keep my braincells
Don`t like the feelin of bein high
Like to stay down-low and write dope rhymes
If I gotta be high, it`s high-paid
And it`s not my style to high-profile
Not the only child, one of four
Thank God my pops was too broke to make more
So I make dough for me and the fam
I never know when they might need a helpin hand
Don`t get me wrong, I never flash loot
And every now and then I sport my Doc Marten boots
Only in the winter do I wear Timbos
Never been called a broad or bimbo
Don`t do the limbo cause it`s corny
And I wish they`d sell Snapple by the 40
It took a while to get my album set
Now I`m here and I`m gettin wreck

[ CHORUS ]

[ SHOUT OUTS ]
Yeah, Heather B gonna give a few shout outs, you know
Peace to BDP
Peace to Biz Markie
Peace to Kid Capri
Peace to Teddy Ted & Special K
And I`m out

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