Big Bad Sister lyrics

Artist  : Mc Lyte 
Song : Big Bad Sister



 Send "Big Bad Sister" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Ahhh yeah
Brooklyn’s in the house, so come on now
Brooklyn’s in the house
Yo, staten island is in the house
Staten island is in the house
And let me hear you say queens is in the house
Come on now, queens is in the house
Long island is in the house, say what? 
Long island is in the house, yeah
The bronx, is in the house, uhh
The bronx is in the house let me hear you say
Uptown’s in the house one time
Uptown’s in the house

Well they’re falling falling but I can catch
them
I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them
Bring them back into the real rap attack
Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack
45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh)
Tell the silly mothers that we don’t give a..
I’m not a psychic, but you can tell your
sidekick
In 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 it
In the world of hip-hop, frontin like you’re
me? 
C’mon now hobbes, that I could never see
So just step aside, and feel it tonight
Cause comin to a store near you is mc lyte

{45 king scratches "who’s that bad?
"}

I’m bigger than bolo, see I go solo
Broader than broad, see how I soared
The big bad sister from around your way
I’m not tall but I’m small don’t matter
what I weigh
I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth
mind
I get hip with the hop I’m the tip from the
top
I go all out, you never see me fall out
Although you hear me yell out, you never see me
sellout {"no!!"}
Because my rhyme’s about a profit, no one can
stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with mc lyte cause I be
droppin it
The name the lyte because my skin I’m blacker
than black
Comin right and exact, for the rap attack
Some say they don’t like the words I choose to
use
I don’t give a damn, lyte will never lose
I ain’t no sucka and I ain’t into pleasin
Some critic that criticizes me for no reason
What’s with the opinion it’s a stated fact
I rule the pack, from the top of the stack
So fuck the stocks and bonds I’m your new
investment
Pick up the album it’s quite a refreshment
Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear
Pay attention and listen I’m comin clear to the
ear
For all you non-believers, and you perpetrators
That talk to me now but talk about me later
It’s time for you to grieve, grovel in your
sorrow
I’m the star of today and the star of tomorrow
I’m takin out the old jacks, rippin up the new
ones
I don’t care if it means I have to ruin
I will and I shall and I get the job completed
Those that don’t belong they will be deleted
From the rap roster, I’m not an impostor
I’m comin to you live with the 45
Straight from the studio with a view..
.. in new york city
{45 king scratches "i love it!"}
.. I’m out *echoes*
{45 king scratches "i love it!"
<--> "dj" back and forth}