[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



[Verse 1: Heather B]

So you wanna be popular, listen carefully

Examen me, you'll find that I'm more than a cockaroach

Strictly hip-hop with a, attitude that tells where I got to

You break fool, I get the pop in ya

Heather B watchin' ya

His mind won't fool me, words don't move me

Your actions will account for ya

Basically I'm tellin' ya, cross me and I swell in ya

The chiropractor gon' be the only one feelin' ya

I'm bossy, not flossy, I do what I do, do you?

Why you care what it cost me

My pass won't hount me, see I don't care

I put it all out there, so y'all niggaz can't stop me

Yo bug me out, tryin' thug to me out

Put your long team together tryin' to love 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 for play but I truly raise

I'm the queen of us 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 him for something

Tryin' to clown, walk around frontin'

Gangster this, gangster that till he got passed

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 give in



[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, for they can run 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

The dough ain't right, got the right to the facial

A lot of y'all cradle, wet behind the ears

Followin' peers get hooked in you mama's label

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