Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Time , by - MC Lyte. Song from the album Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.10.2007
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
My Time |
| You can find my niggas on the hottest blocks |
| Sippin' Henny rock |
| Holdin' packs in their socks, goin' get this money non-stop |
| Fuck the cops, we get the drop |
| Rather run than get locked |
| Constantly switching the spots |
| Navigating nautical yachts |
| Flooded diamonds seasons |
| Femme Fatale rhyme and reason |
| Body time for treason |
| Air Force One, we leavin' |
| Panama Red holdin' 52 heads for ransom |
| My nigga Johnny Handsome trigger itchin' to cancel ‘em |
| I’m like «Hold up, wait a minute |
| Let’s get down to business |
| You could kill up all these motherfuckers |
| Soon as the deal finish» |
| All out war ‘til we lace something and base something |
| Don’t say nothing |
| Scarlet fuck around and grenade something |
| Exchange something, bodies for dollars |
| We go two hours to kill |
| I want a half a mil and a private jet to Brazil |
| Y’all could forget it ‘cause all negotiations is deaded |
| The grudge in my heart is embedded |
| And these are the days that you dreaded |
| Scanless fiends, we rise from the midst like submarines |
| Tote sub-machines |
| Favorite colors green |
| Illuminate the scene |
| Playing devils advocate |
| State lavish and extravagant |
| Cats holdin' chips |
| We have to get |
| Ain’t your average chick |
| Black Madonna, Ms. Maverick |
| Platinum exposure vi cola |
| Sword soldier, yo floss rocks like boulders |
| The ones that make your wrist bend |
| Televised like Wimbledon |
| Thug women in Timberlands |
| Leave you trembling |
| Sex symboling, swindling |
| Femme Fatale and Lyte turn thugs to gentlemen |
| Ten past nine, Lyte’s time to shine |
| What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine |
| Synchronize the time, watch the scheming kind |
| Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind |
| Ten past nine, Fatale time to shine |
| What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine |
| Synchro' the time, watch the scheming kind |
| Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind |
| Thug princess, relentless |
| Step to my business |
| If it ain’t lucrative with interest |
| It’s senseless |
| Tigress la temptress |
| Loving leave ‘em defenseless |
| Male mind the simplest |
| Ice Berg can’t pimp this |
| Lay with a serpent, sin in your semen |
| Wake up birthing demons |
| Got Adam? |
| We even |
| Trick dada trap |
| Taped to the garter |
| Master the art of getting ricotta |
| Documented like Magna Carta |
| Ill reputed leaving pockets diluted |
| Intriguing breast protruded, plan precisely executed |
| Sonned you, slip the micky, never come to |
| Made off with a bundle |
| If you wake, death becomes you |
| It’s all about extortion |
| Small cats trying to get a portion |
| What you sporting |
| Posing, trying to look important |
| Caution, yo, that lavish life be costing |
| Before the fame and fortune |
| Better know what line you’re crossing |
| I come passive like a cherry, little girl or a peach |
| Dress dime and I’m fine when I’m trying to get the heap |
| I show a lot of teeth, front with the sweets |
| But you know that beneath |
| There’s a whole lot of street |
| Don’t test the temper of the do-more-than-talk shitter |
| Your mens are trapped like the dead of winter |
| Slide in like a splinter |
| Pull out with the money and the Lex |
| We don’t even have to wet him |
| Leave him drowning in his sweat |
| Femme Fatale, what’s next? |
| They about to get me vex |
| Trying to do me in the pookie |
| Thinking he gon' get the sex |
| Surprise! |
| You’ll be lucky if you ever open your eyes |
| Or even see the light again, ‘cause I’m about to go in |
| Don’t question the veteran |
| You thugs know I’m better than |
| Anyone or anything or any crew that’s ever been |
| While you’re listening to this |
| Got you caught up in the twist |
| MC Lyte, Femme Fatale |
| Don’t sweat the fish |