[ INTRO: KRS-One ]
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Du-du-du-duuu-du-du
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You wanna test Lyte?
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Are you stupid?
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You gotta be out of your fuckin mind!
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MC Lyte is THE DON!
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Come down, MC Lyte, seen
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Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch...
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(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (6x) --> KRS-One
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Go, go, go, go...
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(You done insulted me
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And I got to kick yo ass right now)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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So what's up, Big Bahama Mama?
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You know where to find me
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You could never climb me
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So why do you persist
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To be placed upon my fuckin hit list
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You a low-down dirty loser
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Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser
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You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck
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I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt?
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And in case you didn't know
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I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show
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So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock
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Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks
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I heard you're smokin crack, lady
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You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby
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Whadda ya think?
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The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink
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Slow down, you're movin too fast
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The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass
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Now you think you're hot shit
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Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit
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You're still a loser
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No joke, when I see you I'ma hit you with the Cruiser
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(Set the bitch on fire
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Your fucking days are over)
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(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
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Go, go, go, go...
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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>From upstate New York to way Down South
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I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth
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You're ready for the showdown, the low down
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Lyte strikes again, another hoe down
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Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad
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Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad
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But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky
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But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?
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How funky of a smell could one woman make?
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Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break
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(Douche, douche it out - douche break
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(Douche, douche it out - douche
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(Douche, douche it out - douche break
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(Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche
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(Douche, douche it out - douche break
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(Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche)
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Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is
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Not to be, not to be, not to be you
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Not to be, not to be, not to be you
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Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew
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Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you
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But instead, you let them fool you
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Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin
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Walkin that stank strut you been walkin
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I don't play that, ring around the rosie
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Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb
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(We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening
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Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on)
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(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
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Go, go, go, go...
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
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Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
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Now let's talk about that grill (the grill)
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We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh)
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Now let's talk about your teeth
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Shits ain't been straight since you was 8
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When you bit into a bad piece of beef
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And even for a small fee
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You let your uncle get one off while you bonced on his fuckin knee
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Now what's my fuckin name?
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Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game
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You must like puttin dough in my pocket
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Since '86 my career sky-rocket
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Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb hoe (Ha-ha-ha)
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I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed
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While you're hangin from a buddah stem
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I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals
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I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule
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You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years
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Until the coast is clear
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So next time they push a rhyme in your hand
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You better fully understand who the fuck I am
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(At least now we know...)
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Dumb
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...It's all about Lyte)
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Bitch
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(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (repeat till end)
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Go, go, go, go...
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Steady Fucking
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MC Lyte |