Audio Two - Steady f**ing lyrics

[ INTRO: KRS-One ] Du-du-du-duuu-du-du You wanna test Lyte? Are you stupid? You gotta be out of your f**in mind! MC Lyte is THE DON! Come down, MC Lyte, seen Dirty b**h, you dirty, dirty b**h... (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**ing) (6x) Go, go, go, go... (You done insulted me And I got to kick yo a** right now) [ VERSE 1 ] 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 f**in hit list You a low-down dirty loser Next time I see you, I'mma hit you with my Land Cruiser You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a f** I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that bu*t? And in case you didn't know I been known to f** up a ho during a show So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock 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 55th n***a you f**ed said your poom-poom stink Slow down, you're movin too fast The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that a** Now you think you're hot sh** Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop sh** You're still a loser No joke, when I see you I'mma hit you with the Cruiser (Set the b**h on fire Your f**ing days are over) (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**ing) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 2 ] >From upstate New York to way Down South I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth You're ready for the showdown, the low down Lyte strikes again, another ho down f**in to you, Shanny, is like a fad Flippin coins with your mom to see who s**s 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 p**y-eatin members of your crew Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you But instead, you let them fool you Into talkin that bullsh** 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 muthaf**as in here this evening Bring your a**, n***a, bring it on, come on) (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**ing) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 3 ] 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 k** (ugh) Now let's talk about your teeth sh**s ain't been straight since you was 8 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 f**in knee Now what's my f**in name? Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the f**in game You must like puttin dough in my pocket Since '86 my career sky-rocket Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb ho (Ha-ha-ha) I got this rap sh** 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 f** up you schedule You'll be sittin on your fat a** another 10 years Until the coast is clear So next time they push a rhyme in your hand You better fully understand who the f** I am (At least now we know...) Dumb (...It's all about Lyte) b**h (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**ing) Go, go, go, go...