Steady Fucking Lyrics - Mc Lyte

You wanna test, Lyte? Are you stupid? 

You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind 

MC Lyte is the don 

Come down, MC Lyte, seen 

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch 

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch 

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch 

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

You done insulted me 

And I got to kick yo' ass, right now 

So what's up, big Bahama Mama? 

You know where to find me, you could never climb me 

So why do you persist 

To be placed upon my fuckin' hit list? 

You a low-down dirty loser 

Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser 

You see a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck 

I.U. sayin', he laid pipe in that butt 

And in case you didn't know 

I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show 

So now, you wanna play Miss Hard Rock 

Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks 

I heard you're smokin' crack, lady 

You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a, crack baby 

Whadda ya think? 

The fifty-fifth nigga you fucked said 

Your poom poom stink 

Slow down, you're movin' too fast 

The fifty-sixth said, he stuck a curling iron up that ass 

Now you think, you're hot shit 

Steppin' to Lyte with a limp, tryin' to pop shit 

You're still a loser, no joke, when I see you 

I'ma hit you with the Cruiser 

Set the bitch on fire 

Your fucking days are over 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

From upstate New York to way down South 

I heard you do a mic a checka with a dick in your mouth 

You're ready for the showdown, the low down 

Lyte strikes again, another hoe down 

Fuckin' to you, Shanny, is like a fad 

Flippin' coins with your Mom to see who sucks Dad 

But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky 

But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie? 

How funky of a smell could one woman make? 

Yo, fellas, I think she need a douche break 

Douche, douche it out, douche break 

Douche, douche it out, douche 

Douche, douche it out, douche break 

Douche, douche it out, douche, douche, douche 

Douche, douche it out, douche break 

Douche, douche it out, I think you need a douche 

Tisk, tisk, what a relief it is 

Not to be, not to be, not to be you 

Not to be, not to be, not to be you 

Or one of those pussy-eatin' members of your crew 

'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you 

But instead, you let them fool you 

You went into talkin' that bullshit you been talkin' 

Walkin' that stank strut you been walkin' 

I don't play that, ring around the rosie 

Pocket full of posie, red rum, you dumb, dumb 

We can all be some fightin' muthafuckas in here this evening 

Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Now let's talk about the grill, the grill 

Now let's talk about the grill, the grill 

Now let's talk about that grill, the grill 

We'd all be dead if looks could kill 

Now let's talk about your teeth 

Shits, ain't been straight since you was eight 

When you bit into a bad piece of beef 

And even for a small fee 

You let your uncle get one off, while you bounced on his fuckin' knee 

Now what's my fuckin' name? 

Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin' game 

You must like puttin' dough in my pocket 

Since eighty-six, my career sky-rocket 

Where ya at? 

Dumb hoe 

I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed 

While you're hangin' from a buddah stem 

I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals 

I'm liable to just fuck up your schedule 

You'll be sittin' on your fat ass another ten years 

Until the coast is clear 

So next time, they push a rhyme in your hand 

You better fully understand, who the fuck I am 

At least, now we know 

Dumb 

It's all about Lyte 

Bitch 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking 

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