Big Bad Sister Lyrics - Singles - Mc Lyte

Oh 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 

So 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, uh 

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 fallin', fallin' 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 

Forty five, yeah baby, forty five, yeah 

Tell the silly mothers that we do 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 M.C. Lyte 

Who's that bad? Who's that bad? 

I'm bigger than Bono, 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 

Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one 

Funky lyrics synced with M.C. 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 loose 

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 forty five 

Straight from the studio with a view in New York City