Here Comes the Heavster

Intro: (interview with some lady) "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" -- Pete Rock and CL Smooth's The Basement Uhh, yeah, here we go, what Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Uhh, yeah, here we go, what Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go This one goes out to all those... heads KnowhatI'msayin? Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan Money-earnin Mount Vernon, can't forget the uptown Here we go Verse One: Aiyyo turn me loose I don't produce with no buttercup Premier got the butter cuts, here comes that ol rugged stuff No room for no pitty-pat, petty kitty-kat rap I jig em renege em or give em a dug em diggum smack I seen you hangin on ghetto blocks, tryin to get ghetto props You need to stop, you're just a ghetto flop Here comes niggy-nack piggyback, knapsack sacky Saki, classic like a Kawasaki, rough like Rocky Sisters call me dadi Puerto Ricans call me papi You can't stop me Uhh, cause in these times of tough times I'm coming with rough rhymes Rugged beats I'm passin time on satin sheets And where I came from, some come from Tryin to diss the champion, numba one, Don Gargon Talkin behind my back like they alla that, they ain't halfa that Matter of fact, I'm the one who put the town on the map Tick tock tick, things are getting thick "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" Yeah...funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Uhhh...yeah, well alright c'mon Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Yeah...yes, well alright c'mon Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Verse Two: Here comes the bigger bro, I'm on the slow nigga flow I like to do bigger show, so I can get bigger dough I hung out in crazy states, sit down and ate crazy steaks In the morning time I wake up with a rhyme and soem Corn Flakes Rap is a stallion's job, hung out with italian mobs I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards Around in the Source van, got paid when my horse ran And despite the verdict, I'm still a Mike Tyson fan In the trench I get ruff, on the stretch, I get vexed Eddie F's on the set who's next to get wrecked Mr. Sweeperman, time to do the sweep up Brothers couldn't keep up, spendin too much time with their feets up Listen to it, this is how I do it When I wreck a set rhymes float like fluid Lord have mercy on those who curse me You don't appreciate, neither-for you don't deserve me Tick tock tick, things are getting thick "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" Yeah...what? Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Uhhh...talk about it alright yeah Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go Uhhh...yeah, well alright c'mon Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go So break it down "So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster" (repeat 8X) Verse Three: Didn't it make you sick when I went pop and I kept my props And I blew up the spot and was large on your block I know it did that's why you formed the committee Of a bunch of itty bitty silly Milli Vanilli hillbilly niggies Never mind all the chitter chat, cause I got a bigger bat Step out of line again to get your jaw tapped Don't try to play me for cream puff Forgot I was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh? You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like a monkey It always amazes me, how some brother's faces be Smilin but behind your back they talk like an enemy But I got a sharper blade, from here I see better days Sittin on my porch countin loot drinkin lemonade Swingin with the shy type, girl who's the fly type The non gettin high type, that's how you know she's my type Tick tock tick, things are getting thick "Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" (repeat until end)