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