(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy

I've been too nice too long

Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson



(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot) (damn) (hoe)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Before this jam starts I'm simply stating

You have all waited, now you can stop waiting

Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30

Or shall I got straight to 80 percent?

Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed

The party's not over, it's just beginning

Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)

Any battle in any competition

'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey

(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare

So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here

I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame

And I ain't out to give you what you don't have

So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh

I could diss, call you names and make fun of you

(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth

Like a watchtower, hour by the hour

Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin

Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)

With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)

When he count it down (When I count it down

6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate



[ CHORUS ]

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Here we) (here we)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Here we go again)



[ VERSE 2 ]

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?

When you should really ask: where is the father?-