Woooooooo I see you sweetie, but I'm on a new page New ways New days, for Lyte to get paid Push through, hun, it's probably just a phase I love the way God is making me over Ahhh yeah Muskabeatz It's going down MC Lyte Lytro This how we feeling it Woooooo Break it down All ways, all day My forte? Foreplay Have them big head bouncing like roleplay Used to call me Small Fry And I'm still short But I ball with the big guys I run this court Play foul Act wild Trying to box out my spot Have you warming up the bench 'til that sh** is red hot Gimme blockade I throw D like a stampede I love myself when n***as can't stand me I feed of the weak And beat off competitors Giving something to write about Lyte to all editors New York Post Hocus wrote Extra! Extra! Don't tell when she lost ‘Cause Lyte went for broke It's rough to get up in it But I snuff them in a minute Play hard in the field Build a fence in to win it Thinking ‘cause I'm little I can't cross it over Then switch it to the middle “She's bad!” “Ditto!” “Ditto!” We can't be stopped Bringing that true hip-hop Got it locked, Muska rock C'mon We can't be played Even your fans want to serenade us, we got it made We can't be stopped Bringing that true hip-hop Got it locked, Muska rock We can't be played We got it made You crank calling me Claiming that you balling Cable-jumping your joint But that a** keeps stalling I'm moving out here You stuck behind the 8 ball ‘Cause you hateful That a** is ungrateful Everytime I seek out the corners of your mouth I won because I'm sitting on your tongue Ass out You wanna get at me Discredit my accolades And wonder why when I see you I throw shade You the lowest scum on the totem pole You that nasty grit left on the dirty Total bowl Mad at me because Lyte made the mold I can't love and get love back tenfold But you, you disgust me living trife You low life You try to cut me when you be discussing me The same n***a that wanna throw me a beer But you know not when you and your famliy gotta eat But for me, I still got love Even though I know you're foul You gonna love me when I'm gone But you can hate me for now The first one to say “Yo, let's keep it real!” But you ain't know my name When I was in between deals We can't be stopped Bringing that true hip-hop Got it locked, Muska rock We can't be played Even your fans wanna serenade us, we got it made We can't be stopped Bringing that true hip-hop Got it locked, Muska rock We can't be played We got it made Letting you all know what true hip-hop is all about That's right [Bounce, bounce, bounce] Mmm… I'm lovin' this Lytro, I'm out