[Intro]
I can break it down like whatever you want
I can break it down like whatever you want
[Verse 1]
All Glocks down, arriving is the bulletproof lyricist
All rude boy, big up, now hear this
I'm classic like a Coca-Cola, why don't you roll a L
Are the L's twisty? Oh yes, let's get lifty
Long live the rugged female Heather B
So all you gun waving niggas put down your Glocks, please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is knocking at your door
So open up, let me in, let's get nasty if you wanna
I'll freak dat butt like a film by Heather Hunter
Touch you, cut you, I might just buss you
Buss your shit MC turned pretty
East coast, kid, how I swing
Bounce to Brooklyn
No need to tell you what I partook in
Just know Heather B. is back in town
It's no question, all Glocks down
[Chorus]
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
[Verse 2]
Walking with my middle finger up, brown Timbs steppin' through
Coming soon to a corner spot near you
It's the sidewalkin' rap talkin'
Hip-hop sister, no need to try me , mister
You got rhymes, go for it, we need no chorus
Freestyles comin' from the door
And who's testin' the untestable? Style's flexible
You gonna have to bounce, twelve rounds
TKO by the third, fuck what you heard
I didn't feel like playing around
'Cause you's part-time with a part rhyme
Committing no crimes and claiming to be hard on the block
So feel my funk, my beat, my vibe
Recognize that I'm live, all live, you know the time
Kid, just raise up, rise up, open your eyes up
Already got you sized up, so wise up, bitch
A L to the neck, a double deuce of Becks
And now my mind's set, I'll be rowdy to the death
Do us part, one love rock crew, right here in heart
Don't even play me, son, you'll get did, done
Turnin' all gats or guns
I'll leave your shorty with her hair undone
And then you know Heather B. is back in town
So no question, all Glocks down
[Chorus]
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
[Verse 3]
I got my peeps to my left side and then my right
Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife
I love the orange light from the Dutch Master tip
My whole crew bent, a half a hunnid gone, spent
Chocolate Thai, true dat, yo, who him?
Who dat snatchin' up da L like a sniper?
Son, you will surely miss the next cipher
If you ever try to hog up the L again
Last one to put in, first son to dig in
Now I hear you riffin' me while I'm countin' your tokes
The Hen-loc burns my throat with no chaser
I'm feelin vibes by my hip from the black pager
Blowin' up for the nine-four or the nine-five
For da nine square, either way, say word-word
Heather B. is in there to the most high
And to the most def no quest', all Glocks down
[Chorus]
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
[Outro]
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want
Glocks down, hit 'em with that funky sound
A dismissive way of saying, “don’t test me (because you won’t win).” In this case, it refers to rap battling which she then refers to metaphorically as a boxing match in the lines that follow.
Before cell phones, people carried pagers. The term “my pager is blowing up” translates loosely to “I’m popular,” as in “my pager is always buzzing because a lot of people are trying to contact me.”

Guns would serve no purpose because Heather is bulletproof.
She’s also saying she’s a really good lyricist that no one can measure up to
I’ll beat your girl up so badly she’ll look like she didn’t do her hair.
She’s saying she has no time for her competitor because s/he is a fake criminal (and therefore not tough). It’s an interesting turn of a phrase given that the song is about battling with rhymes not guns/violence.
slang for gun. References the Gatling gun

Another weed reference. In this case, “orange light” refers to the lit end of the blunt. You know it’s a blunt because she calls it a Dutch Master, a cigar brand.

“Double Deuce” refers to a 22oz beer, a popular single-serving size sold in many bodegas in the NYC area

refers to the Glock 9mm pistol, a popular handgun that was widely used in street crime because it was semi-automatic and easy to conceal.

Heather Hunter was a popular porn star referenced in many raps. She was born in the Bronx and become popular in urban communities because she was one of a handful of non-white porn stars during the the ‘80s and '90s.

This was sampled from the first line of Buckshot’s second verse on Black Moon’s 1993 single “How Many MC’s”:
Refers to Timberland boots, most likely the classic 6" style

Rude boy is Jamaican slang for thug/gangster. Big up means to give props. She’s showing respect to real gangsters. This sets up the theme of the song which fundamentally questions the heart of people who use guns to kill and/or people who claim to be from the ‘hood but aren’t truly tough. In other words, if you’re truly tough you don’t need to use a gun because you can battle with your hands or your words. Even so, if you try to battle Heather with raps, you’re going to lose because she’s a superior lyricist.
“Bust your shit” is slang for falling down but in this case the term has a double meaning. It also means busting your ass which is slang for getting fucked in the butt. In short, she’s calling her competitor gay (pretty); in other words, soft.
refers to rolling (twisting) a marijuana cigarette; in most cases, a blunt (weed rolled in a cigar wrapper).
Spliff – Jamaican slang for a cannabis cigarette. Spliff gets you high, lift(y). The ideas and word parts in these lines are a beautiful jumble of reiteration .
She’s clowning someone for being a weed hog. Chocolate Thai is a strain of marijuana. As it goes, said person took the blunt out of turn “snatchin up da L like a sniper.” Therefore s/he will not be invited back to the cipher if s/he keeps hogging the weed. “last one to put in first son to dig in” is a clever way to say the person is cheap. The last person to contribute money to buy the weed but the first person to want to smoke it. The next line “now I hear you riffin' me while I’m countin your tokes” is another way of saying the person is fake because s/he does not understand how a cipher works. The proper way to smoke weed in a group is to “take 2 and pass” (take 2 pulls and pass the joint to the next person) (/Gang-starr-take-two-and-pass-lyrics). She’s listening to the person complain while they also take more than 2 hits before passing the blunt. In short, she’s saying the person is fake because s/he doesn’t understand street etiquette.