Lyte Mc In My Business Lyrics

In My Business Lyrics

featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott  

  

 [Missy]  

 Hahaha  introducing MC Lyte  

  

 [MC Lyte]  

 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)  

  

 [Missy]  

 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  

  

 [MC Lyte   Verse One]  

 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 se;;  

 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  

  

 [Missy Elliott singing - CHORUS]  

 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’m had a bad day  

  

 [MC Lyte - Verse Two]  

 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  

  

 [Repeat CHORUS]  

  

 [Missy rapping - Verse Three]  

 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’ma just smack you ‘cross your face so deep that you’ll never talk back
 

  

 [Repeat CHORUS]  

  

 [Missy talking - Verse Four]  

 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