Mc Lyte 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)