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Mc Lyte

Genres: Hip-Hop

Break It Down Lyrics - Mc Lyte

(chorus) (G. Salah) 

Let's break it down... 

Let's break it down... 

Let's break it down... 

Let's break it down, break it down x2 

 

verse 1 (India) 

Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a 

I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded 

Fuck around and doubt it, and get that ass louded 

The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze) 

I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses 

I keep it tight like spandex do asses 

Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes 

Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it 

Got it, give me 6 million like you gave Tupac it 

Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted 

 

(chorus) 

 

verse 2 (G. Salah) 

I'm that are rated nigga from the films with mistique 

With taste from the hamptoms but still street 

Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite 

Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet 

Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe 

I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia 

I'm unreachable, fuck a portable and pager 

Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses 

Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen 

I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen 

'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it 

Can you match this my magic 

Catcy like habits, digest and swallow 

The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful 

 

(chorus) 

 

verse 3 (MC Lyte) 

I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone 

Lyte the oddesy, full blown 

>From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina 

Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina 

Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters 

>From where I stand grass remains greener 

(Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't 

I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin') 

See I be flowin' yes constantly 

That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green 

And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your 

System, man I make you listen 

I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio 

India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow 

 

(chorus till fade...) 

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