Lletres: MC Lyte. Seven & Seven. In My Business.

On the regular they guessin how the lute get down
Never mind that ni*ga you better watch your mouth
Keep snoopin and you bound to hit a brick
Get out the crack of my a** all up in my shiznit
To you nosy nikkis and you peepin toms
So you know I?m about to drop the bklyn bomb
7 and 7 is 14 1 and 4 is 5
But none of the matters if your *** ain?t alive
You could care less about the records I sell
You just wanna know I tried but fell
But even on your best day and on my worst
I?ll still be first, without the need to rehearse

Why you up in my business find something better to
Do-why you talkin? about me I ain?t said sh*t about you
Forgive me for my attitude I got something to say
Yall better not f*ck with me cuz I?m having a bad day

Yall must really think I?m the host of the freakshow
Got me taggin piranhas I don?t even know
Got me swimming in waters getting caught in fishnet
Got me hooked up with folks I ain?t never even met
How yall so busy trying to market this
I guess you stupid a** forgot who started this
But I?m about to ransack you make your memory
Come back to you-let all my true ni*gaz jack you
Talkin about the Lyte like you getting paid for it
Better wish for your own and get out my busy ness
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
Everybody knows I?m quick to flip the latch
It ain?t many that can even say the been attached

I heard a lot of yall runnin round ain?t none of
Yall this supa dupa fly-supe dupa as I-fly across the
Sky-cut you like pie-me me and MC Lyte-cuz you wack
Straight from the jump yeah you wack-better get
Back- I can?t f*ck with that- I ain?t saying jack- I?m a
Just smack you cross your face so deep that- you?ll
Never talk back

(Thanks to music for these lyrics)