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(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)
[ VERSE 1 ] I got the intro along with the cash flow Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender Ask him who's been in, shit is like tender If he didn't like it, then return to sender He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 2 ] I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow Vocally I rock locally and worldwide Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried Cause when you come from where I come from You gotta be tough Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J For givin up the props to the girls around the way It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc Cause we get down when it comes to a jam Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 3 ] Everyhwere that I step they know my rep Cause I'm sayin and doin ill shit they won't forget Breakin down doors, although I never break laws Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour Comin hard for your section, slow up Live in the flesh and about to blow up So yo, come down, and then get the f**k up Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this So come with your game, cause you can't be lame As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name As long as you know all that enter are equal Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people Peace to my people on the east coast Peace to my people on the west Peace to the people up north Peace to the people down south Peace to the people in Brooklyn Peace to the people in the Bronx Peace to my people in Compton Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in Detroit Peace to my people in Houston Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Boston Peace to my people in Jersey Peace to my people in Georgia Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Richmond Peace to my people in Cali Peace to my people in Queens Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in the islands Peace to my people on the beach Peace to my people in Miami Peace to my people I send peace to my people (You know the place) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) |
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(chorus)(x3)
Gotta what yo Gotta get a ruffneck (verse one) I need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin' Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night But he's a ruffneck so that's alright Triple o baldie under the hood Makin' noise with the boys up to no good C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth Startin' beef is how he spells relief Actin' like he don't care When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics Ruffneck attitude,the ruffneck bastard (chorus) (x6) (verse two) I need a ruffneck I need a man that's quick and swift To put out the spliff and get stiff Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large But he don't gotta be large to be in charge Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow Never questioning can he get buck wild He's got smack it,lick it,swallow it up style Drinkin' a beer ,sittin' his chair Hands in his pants fiddlin' with his dick hairs He's a rudeboy,a raggamuf Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough 'Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right And if he ain't ruff,well then he's all wrong for the Lyte I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town (chorus) (x6) (verse three) I need a ruffneck I need a man that don't stitch like a bitch She'd tears or switch Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet But never meetin' the end 'cause he knows the street Eat sleep shit fuck,eat sleep shit Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there On the avenue girls are passin' thru Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec That's the rep he'll pull the plug on the tour Pissin' in corners Doing 80 by funeral mourners Showing little respect Now that's a ruffneck (chorus) (x18) |
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Ain't no other, this is me and this is it
Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit I don't know why though, they try to compare me Did not you know that you can't get NEAR me So don't fuck up when identifying the voice You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E Put it together and you got Lyte the MC Deep, deep, deeper than the vein Of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so Give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's It's like that anna, it's like that anna I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah |
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Step 1 to the 2 (4x)
Yeah Rrrah [ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop In and out the boon docks I got the street smarts I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of... that makes a... wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the E, and you hear me in the projects And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you can get with me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the e) Why don't you step to me? [ VERSE 2: Lin Que ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop Pad locks, nine glocks, still I got the street smarts Yeah, I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the Q, yo, I think you better dog that And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it And you think you can get with me? (Yo, it's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me [ VERSE 3: Kink E-Z ] I'm a big shot, I'm a hot shot, give me one shot, I wreck shop So you wanna hang with dreadlocks? Yes, I got the street smarts Ugh, through the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, and in there, so prepare to give it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the Kink E-Z, and you see me in the projects And I didn't even get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you wanna f**k with me? (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me Duke Da Moon Hard Copy Hard Copy Hard Copy It's a Hard Copy |
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