What's My Name Yo Lyrics - Ain't No Other - Mc Lyte

In comes the boom to the bam here I stands 

Make 'em all understand that I got the master plan 

And I'm ready to work, I go bezerk 

A mention to Kid Capri, and the one Red Alert now I'm 

ready for the showdown, who's the lowdown? 

I'm in a rude mood honey you're goin down 

Lickity split, swallow that spit, she make it a tidbit 

Blows that you expected from the clique 

or the group of the people that I hang with 

Rather my crew, my posse, my mossie 

It's a big thing when we hang cause we rip when we wreck 

When we hit, what the heck? We puttin phony niggaz in check 

Seek what I reap; follow you'll learn or get burned 

I ain't afraid to buck and earn 

my cash flow, I get ass though 

Fast or slow, I got the master flow 

What's my name yo? 

I rip shop, I never flip-flop, I take flight 

From the tip-top I rule hip-hop just how I like~! 

I just want this to be well understood 

I'm here to do good and not to bite on somebody's wood 

Years and years gone by 

I prepared to be paid for the rest of my decade 

I set up investments 

And never will you ever see Lyte a contestant 

on a Jeapordy game show 

Cause that's lame though, what's my name yo? 

It's the L to the Y to the T you know the rest 

I'm, truly blessed I know the route to express my 

inner thoughts and now you're caught 

But I'ma let you proceed, cause I'ma succeed 

with or without you because I don't need 

the negativity, nor do I need the bad energy 

that you're tryin to give to me! 

What's my name yo? 

Here comes the wagon, you know I'm never braggin 

So what I'm XX, my pants are still saggin 

Boots still stompin, raisin 'em often 

From New York umm or should I say - Compton 

and back cause I'm all that 

I flip a track, because I'm so damn FAT! 

I get it loose, I got juice, I spread it 

I'm the best, now there, I said it 

Now the 4-1-1 is out 

And all the hip-hoppers know just what I'm talkin about! 

Underground I rock my sound 

Up top I still wreck shop 

So don't even talk about how I went commercial 

when you need to take your ass to rehearsal 

Your show is torn, done, ripped 

So until you get your show down pat, don't pop no lip 

Seckle that noise, don't be rowdy 

Cat gotta scratch, yo Mike, I'm Audi 

What's my name yo?