Mc Lyte - Big Bad Sister Lyrics
Ahhh yeahBrooklyns in the house, so come on nowBrooklyns in the houseYo, staten island is in the houseStaten island is in the houseAnd let me hear you say queens is in the houseCome on now, queens is in the houseLong island is in the house, say what?Long island is in the house, yeahThe bronx, is in the house, uhhThe bronx is in the house let me hear you sayUptowns in the house one timeUptowns in the houseWell theyre falling falling but I can catch themI just toot the whistle and you go fetch themBring them back into the real rap attackSet the soft silly stuff back on the rack45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh)Tell the silly mothers that we dont give a..Im not a psychic, but you can tell your sidekickIn ninety-one, lyte is kickin some fly..Take it from me, or could you really take it?And if you got away with it, would you really make itIn the world of hip-hop, frontin like youre me?Cmon now hobbes, that I could never seeSo just step aside, and feel it tonightCause comin to a store near you is mc lyte{45 king scratches whos that bad? }Im bigger than bolo, see I go soloBroader than broad, see how I soaredThe big bad sister from around your wayIm not tall but Im small dont matter what I weighI kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mindI get hip with the hop Im the tip from the topI go all out, you never see me fall outAlthough you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout {no!!}Because my rhymes about a profit, no one can stop the oneFunky lyrics synced with mc lyte cause I be droppin itThe name the lyte because my skin Im blacker than blackComin right and exact, for the rap attackSome say they dont like the words I choose to useI dont give a damn, lyte will never loseI aint no sucka and I aint into pleasinSome critic that criticizes me for no reasonWhats with the opinion its a stated factI rule the pack, from the top of the stackSo ***** the stocks and bonds Im your new investmentPick up the album its quite a refreshmentCompared to the day to day bullshit you hearPay attention and listen Im comin clear to the earFor all you non-believers, and you perpetratorsThat talk to me now but talk about me laterIts time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrowIm the star of today and the star of tomorrowIm takin out the old jacks, rippin up the new onesI dont care if it means I have to ruinI will and I shall and I get the job completedThose that dont belong they will be deletedFrom the rap roster, Im not an impostorIm comin to you live with the 45Straight from the studio with a view.... in new york city{45 king scratches I love it!}.. Im out *echoes*{45 king scratches I love it! <--> dj back and forth}
