In My Business

[Missy] Hahaha, introducing MC Lyte [MC Lyte] I think I need a sound check Hit me with a sound check Yea, now what about that dope stuff Alright now, gimme an 8-0 (8-0, 8-0, 8-0) [Missy] Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Yo, 1-2 Uh, MC Lyte (yea) You don't know (yea) Ficky ficky, oh you don't know [MC Lyte - Verse One] On the regular they guessin' how the Lyte get down Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth Keep snoopin' and you bound to hit a brick Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit To you nosey Nikki's and you Peepin' Tom's So, you know I'm about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb 7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5 But none of that matters if your ass ain't alive You could care less about the records I sell You just wanna know I tried but I fell But even on your best day and on my worst I'll still be first, without the need to rehearse [Missy Elliott singing - Hook] Why you up in my business? Find somethin' better to do Why you talkin' about me? I ain't say shit 'bout you Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say Yall better not fuck with me Cuz I had a bad day [MC Lyte - Verse Two] Yall must really think I'm the host of the freakshow Got me taggin' piranhas I don't even know Got me swimmin' in waters, gettin' caught in fishnet Got me hooked up wit' folks I ain't never even met Now yall so busy tryin' to market this I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this But I'm about to ransack you make your memory Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you Talkin' bou the Lyte like you gettin' paid for it Better wish for your own and get out my business 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 And everybody knows I'm too quick to flip the latch It ain't many that can even say they been attached [Repeat Hook] [Missy rapping - Verse Three] I heard a lotta yall runnin' runnin' 'round Ain't none of yall this supa dupa fly Supa Dupa as I Fly, fly across the sky Cut you like pie Me and, me and MC Lyte Cuz you wack Straight from the jump, yea you wack Better get back I can't I can't fuck wit' that I ain't sayin' jack I'mma just smack you 'cross your face so deep that you'll never talk back [Repeat Hook] [Missy talking - Verse Four] Why you up in my business Find something better to do Why you talkin' 'bout me I ain't said shit about you (uh) Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say Yall better not fuck with me Cuz I had a bad day Ficky-ficky check me out Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus)