Nas - Dy-Na-Mi-Tee (Remix) lyrics

[Ms. Dynamite] Yo I'm the same little girl that grew up next door to you Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through Hangin' out all night breakin my curfew When my daddy hit the door I gave my mumma the blues Use 2 spend my time blazing, lazing days away Thought I was grown left home at 15 didn't want to obey Had 2 get my act together couldn't take the heat And now I'm making beats for the streets [Chorus: Ms. Dynamite] I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowin' up ur stereo everybody gotta hear me though I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Hear me bussin' on da radio Now feel my flow you get me though I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee See me bouncig' in da video And I come to rock the show I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody loose control Let my vibe touch your soul [Ms. Dynamite] I remeber all the house parties that took place Being in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base And my cousins and my brothers we'd sit up all night Listenin' to my family vibin' till the mornin' light Remember Sunday school and after go to grandmas for lunch Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch Never had much, my mum brother sister and me But love was enough to succeed [Chorus] [Nas] Since I came in the game I started putting faces with names Animals, goons, planning your doom They come for your change Pulling hammers, big as Wooly Mammoths To make you extinct, I wait and I think I plan with a mastermind effort I make paper, stretch it Escape court cases, yup, connected-- With law firms, nope, I'm never arrested-- For small things or listen to small terms All day, I'm every year New LPs, I want more burn My auburn forearm hairs stand up I get goosebumps, in Coupes with the top down I'm Grey Goose'd up My man's got bullets in him doctors can't touch Diamond hand cuffs Truth-telling, true felons, move your frame To the sounds of Ms. Dynamite, ladies do the same Crystal at night or not I'm still feeling right on the block Something fresh for the summer, why not? [Chorus]