Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house
Chorus:
Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it`s all good and if you understood
Verse One:
Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I`m a veteran
which means that I`ve been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I`ve been putting it
down ask your homies who`s the baddest bitch on this side of
the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don`t care, Fly that`s me
The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up
everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
it ain`t hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
it`s hard to believe I shall prevail cause I`m next to none
Cause I`m claiming no set, Don`t plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I`m from but I`m resting in Studio City
for the fun, if you don`t understand just say you don`t (nah!)
and don`t wait for me to explain cause I won`t
You see it`s in my nature to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I`m live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it`s crazy how I
get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since Poor George
It`s `96 -- it`s all about show and prove and I`m about to
make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
and if you take a look it ain`t hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don`t see why -- you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
like a fat rat, but I understand -- I`m a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don`t stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don`t stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
lot of gear from everywhere that I`d like to share (yeah right!)
But I`d rather do Kani, Don`t ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, What they`ve ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat
and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain`t hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house
