Текст песни MC Lyte f Missy `Misdemeanor` Elliott - In My Business
MC Lyte f Missy `Misdemeanor` Elliott - In My Business слова песни
[Missy]Hahaha, introducing MC Lyte[MC Lyte]I think I need a sound checkHit me with a sound checkYea, now what about that dope stuffAlright now, gimme an 8-0 (8-0, 8-0, 8-0)[Missy]Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Yo, 1-2Uh, 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 downNevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouthKeep snoopin’ and you bound to hit a brickGet out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznitTo you nosey Nikki’s and you Peepin’ Tom’sSo, you know I’m about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5But none of that matters if your ass ain’t aliveYou could care less about the records I se;;You just wanna know I tried but I fellBut even on your best day and on my worstI’ll still be first, without the need to rehearse[Missy Elliott singing - CHORUS]Why you up in my business?Find somethin’ better to doWhy you talkin’ about me?I ain’t say shit ‘bout youForgive me for my attitude But I got something to sayYall 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 freakshowGot me taggin’ piranhas I don’t even knowGot me swimmin’ in waters, gettin’ caught in fishnetGot me hooked up wit’ folks I ain’t never even metNow yall so busy tryin’ to market thisI guess yo stupid ass forgot who started thisBut I’m about to ransack you make your memoryCome back to you, let all my true niggas jack youTalkin’ bou the Lyte like you gettin’ paid for itBetter wish for your own and get out my businessBesides I’m too quick and pigeons oughta knowBy the time you get the info, it was two years agoAside from that I’m too swift to catchDon’t pay to chase the joint, you can’t light the matchAnd everybody knows I’m too quick to flip the latchIt ain’t many that can even say they been attached[Repeat CHORUS][Missy rapping - Verse Three]I heard a lotta yall runnin’ runnin’ ‘roundAin’t none of yall this supa dupa flySupa Dupa as IFly, fly across the skyCut you like pieMe and, me and MC LyteCuz you wackStraight from the jump, yea you wackBetter get backI can’t I can’t fuck wit’ thatI ain’t sayin’ jackI’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 businessFind something better to doWhy you talkin’ ‘bout meI ain’t said shit about you (uh)Forgive me for my attitudeBut I got something to sayYall better not fuck with meCuz I had a bad dayFicky-ficky check me outUh uh, uh (repeats through chorus)