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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 want to 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 창??bout you Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say y'all better not fuck with me 'cause I'm had a bad day [MC Lyte - Verse Two] y'all 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 y'all 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 y'all runnin' runnin' 창??round Ain't none of y'all this supa dupa fly Supa Dupa as I Fly, fly across the sky Cut you like pie Me and, me and MC Lyte 'cause 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 창??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' 창??bout me I ain't said shit about you (uh) Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say y'all better not fuck with me 'cause I had a bad day Ficky-ficky check me out Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus) |
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| 2. |
| 4:18 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:09 |
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| 4. |
| 2:49 |
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| 5. |
| 4:23 |
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Make it last long, uha, uh
Here's a situation, skip the talk Let me know dog if you bite or bark What it is soldier, you ready to march Can you make me shoot, or you just soft Cause I got no time for the games Just keep my spine full of pain Hit the boost and hit turbo In this sexual inferno Keep my lovin', drippin' drains Or love highway, switchin' lanes Show me different thangs with the whip and chains Hit you with this grippin' pain Can you handle that, are you alright Test me out, is it alright Come on baby, you ain't finished You servin' time, I ain't talkin' minutes Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Certified misses, I'm misses Only get my time if it's Somethin' that stay somethin' All night, until brunch and Hit it right, manouvre me Take your big knot, ? me Pull my hair back, who the ruler be Lovin' you so tight, no room for three Tell me you want me My love keep you horny I know's my mother on me Stay away from the masculine Thing that keep me needing asperin Got me gaspin' in for air, pashin' and Sheets satin and mixed with silk Here's my love, mixed with milk Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long What does it feel like Check me out, feminine engine Brooklyn girl, read the emblem Him, them, and that's hangin' Ten, it's nine-eight and then Till it's hot and you got me bent On top of my thing, you win Came nine times, going for the tenth Think you could hang if you attempt With energy, when you enter me, hold on Goin' for a ride, hope you don't fold on Me, when we in the midst Of battlin' with my slip No babblin', close your lips Get close to it, nothing close to this Feelin' what I feel when I'm next to you I stretch for you, please stretch me too Night got me right as we take the flight Through the clouds of love, highest heights My thing's tighter than a Jew's pockets Think you used to it, go head, rock it Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong |
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| 4:34 |
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| 7. |
| 3:53 |
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| 8. |
| 4:05 |
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| 9. |
| 4:12 |
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| 10. |
| 4:41 |
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It`s All Yours
Our love is old school like Mary Jane`s Bostin big beans and candy cane`s Exchange you look on a number two train Run catch kiss sunshine or rain Jackson 5 good times with Jefferson`s Yeah Baby you know I liked it better when You lived closer but then you moved But that couldn`t stop our groove My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under Late night rides out to sunrise Catch a flick or two and went back to bedside You in the bubble goose me in the sheep skin Cold as hell back then it wasn`t mattering Long as we`re hand in hand your my man I`m your girl Ready to conquer the world This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours Our love is like a Romeo and Juliette flick So surreal but yet picturesque There were problems I can admit But we handled it and still the candles lit So glad that we didn't just jet Cause now we reaping the benefits Who would have thought? The cute little boy from down the street Would fall in love with me It`s like a number one dream come true To have somebody you love love you And that`s all that matters Is that we grow together make sure we never shatter You`re the reason I live Because I want you to get all that I got to give Long as we`re hand in hand your my man I`m your girl Ready to conquer the world This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours Our love is mystical like galaxies you can`t touch Around the world and back again I love you that much Our love is destiny like Bonnie and Clyde We`ll die bolded side by side Throughout the day I remain truthful I keep it tight for you sexy and useful I told my mom when our days are through If you have to go first bury me next to you What I feel is unexplainable, `I love you` Just ain`t enough to say to you You`ve been there from the beginning to the end My companion as well as my best friend You got my heart now, here`s my life Yes I`m ready to be your wife From here one know that your the one Everything you want it has to be done This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours |
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| 3:51 |
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[Intro]
[Chorus] I can't make a mistake Missing the dancefloor shake I gotta get to the floor, I gotta get to the floor (2x) [MC Lyte] Romancing in the dark, I spark the light It's alright tonight, I gotta get the mic As I scope the crowd, I spot red eyes grippin' them Heinekens, they don't know where they been Baby got back see, rollin' like ten deep But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G I mean no harm, but that lucky charm You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G Wherever we be, we hit correctly It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Come here, let's rap a taste a little Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender vittle Cell phone, on roam, Syl Rhone, come home we double chrome But I can't make a mistake, hmmm Leave the dance floor now (uhn uhn, no no) I'm on to somethin', he bubblin' the sugar baby Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't me baby When I step into my Mizrahi frame I change the game, it'll never look the same Obstruct it, abstract it, my tactic, fantastic It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21 Knowing damn well, he too could get done But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix Once I slide up in the mix Juggin' it baby, from right to left Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left It's no mystery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin' I what you comin' home with me? I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction The way you comin' at me with the action You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet Whatever ? you got, you betta show it It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] |
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| 3:48 |
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| 13. |
| 3:15 |
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| 14. |
| 5:16 |
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intro (Inaya)
Mmmm, mmmm Oh oh, oh oh Mmmm yeah, oh yeah Mmmm, oh oh chorus (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room And you're invited, all you got to do is show up x2 (verse 1) Now we done left the venue 'coz the show was done Before we hit the hotel, make a quick run To get the Martel to add to the fun, meet me at suite room 151 BYOB, we about to kick it off Remember that party last year in the loft? This'll be better 'coz we bigger now Got mo' figures now, fit in mo' niggas now I got about 30 of the finest Ready to get flirty and down right do-dirty We got twister the dots mean a lot When you flip the dial end up with a face in your twot Stop yappin' at the DJ, that ain't right 'Coz tonight this here DJ, he gon' save my life... (woah, woah) (chorus) (verse 2) Now the people are comin', and the party is jumpin'... ... and T is on the beat box And after this song he'll rock the locks Hotel security ain't troublin' us none They partyin' with us, no badge and no gun Grown folks in the livin' room showin' out And they ain't leavin' till we kick 'em all out Strip poker, truth or dare I swear it's about to get sticky up in here Back back and forth and forth >From New York to L.A and back to New York Of course while I'm in town it's gotta be nice On the North-East corner they're flippin' the dice Now the bubbly's poppin' all over the suite Swig on this and kick up your feet Ain't no party like an MC Lyte party 'coz an MC Lyte party don't stop, pops And this here's better than when the ball drops (chorus) (verse 3) Now here's the E-low, Jackie and Mark Done hit the back room to jump start the sparks It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when Now the grub is runnin' out better get it while you can Pick is gettin' low better find you a man Slow jam hit and you sittin' all alone Ain't nobody gonna take you're borin' ass home It wouldn't be fair for me to not tell you I'm the hostess of the year, keep it in the clear Yo, the party's over here, nope, the party's right here Be careful not to wear and tear the derrier Now ain't that supmthin', humpin' and a bumpin' My motto is never let 'em see you comin' A party like this can't be compared That's why it only goes down once a year... ... and we in here, yeah yeah yeah.. (chorus) x2 (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room You know you gotta do, what you gotta do What you gotta do, what you gotta do... Show up baby, show up baby... |
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| 3:53 |
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(chorus) (G. Salah)
Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down, break it down x2 verse 1 (India) Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded F**k around and doubt it, and get that ass louded The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze) I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses I keep it tight like spandex do asses Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it Got it, give me 6 million like you gave Tupac it Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted (chorus) verse 2 (G. Salah) I'm that R rated nigga from the films with mistique With taste from the hamptoms but still street Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia I'm unreachable, f**k a portable and pager Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen 'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it Can you match this my magic Catcy like habits, digest and swallow The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful (chorus) verse 3 (MC Lyte) I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone Lyte the oddesy, full blown >From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters >From where I stand grass remains greener (Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin') See I be flowin' yes constantly That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your system, man I make you listen I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow (chorus till fade...) |
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| 4:21 |
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Loving you madly will be forever.
I see the ocean in your eyes when we're together. There are no boundaries. There are no limits. My heart has been embraced now that you're in it. Hold me closer to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. Time passes by, seconds into minutes. Every field and flower fades but love is infinite. There are no boundaries. There are no limits. My heart's a bigger place now that you're in it. Hold me closer to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to. All I want is to be closer. Closer to you. How tight can you hold me? How long can we stay awake? How hard can we laugh? How much love can we make? Hold me close to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to. All I want is to be closer. Closer to you. |
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| 5:37 |
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