Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Business, artist - MC Lyte. Album song Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2007
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
In My Business |
| I think I need a sound check |
| Hit me with a sound check |
| Yea, now what about that dope stuff |
| Alright now, gimme an 8−0 (8−0, 8−0, 8−0) |
| Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh |
| Yo, 1−2 |
| Uh, MC Lyte (yea) |
| You don’t know (yea) |
| Ficky ficky, oh you don’t know |
| On the regular they guessin' how the Lyte get down |
| Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth |
| Keep snoopin' and you bound to hit a brick |
| Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit |
| To you nosey Nikki’s and you Peepin' Tom’s |
| So, you know I’m about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb |
| 7 and 7 is 14, 1 and 4 is 5 |
| But none of that matters if your ass ain’t alive |
| You could care less about the records I sell |
| You just wanna know I tried but I fell |
| But even on your best day and on my worst |
| I’ll still be first, without the need to rehearse |
| Why you up in my business? |
| Find somethin' better to do |
| Why you talkin' about me? |
| I ain’t say shit 'bout you |
| Forgive me for my attitude |
| But I got something to say |
| Yall better not fuck with me |
| Cuz I had a bad day |
| Yall must really think I’m the host of the freakshow |
| Got me taggin' piranhas I don’t even know |
| Got me swimmin' in waters, gettin' caught in fishnet |
| Got me hooked up wit' folks I ain’t never even met |
| Now yall so busy tryin' to market this |
| I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this |
| But I’m about to ransack you make your memory |
| Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you |
| Talkin' bou the Lyte like you gettin' paid for it |
| Better wish for your own and get out my business |
| Besides I’m too quick and pigeons oughta know |
| By the time you get the info, it was two years ago |
| Aside from that I’m too swift to catch |
| Don’t pay to chase the joint, you can’t light the match |
| And everybody knows I’m too quick to flip the latch |
| It ain’t many that can even say they been attached |
| I heard a lotta yall runnin' runnin' 'round |
| Ain’t none of yall this supa dupa fly |
| Supa Dupa as I |
| Fly, fly across the sky |
| Cut you like pie |
| Me and, me and MC Lyte |
| Cuz you wack |
| Straight from the jump, yea you wack |
| Better get back |
| I can’t I can’t fuck wit' that |
| I ain’t sayin' jack |
| I’mma just smack you 'cross your face so deep that you’ll never talk back |
| Why you up in my business |
| Find something better to do |
| Why you talkin' 'bout me |
| I ain’t said shit about you (uh) |
| Forgive me for my attitude |
| But I got something to say |
| Yall better not fuck with me |
| Cuz I had a bad day |
| Ficky-ficky check me out |
| Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus) |