[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)
    Now I
    1 - Cold rock a party and the B girls stand
   I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
   I be the shhhh
   And it's all good
   And if you understood, 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 homey who's the baddest bitch on this side of town
  I float like a butterfly
  Sting like a bee
  Spectacular on 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
  But fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
  I guide the beat and I ride it well
  And if you take a look
  It ain't hard to tell that I
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    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 sets
  Don't plan to get done
  Just Brooklyn
  Is where I'm from
  But I'm resting in Studio City for the fun
  If you don't understand then 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 (say what?)
  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 Boy George (hey)
  It's '96, it's all about show and prove
  And I'm about to make the ill type moves
  I guide the beat and ride it well
  And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell
  That I
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    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, and then on, and on, and on
  You see the shit don't stop until the break of dawn
  And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver
  Chillin with a pina colada, could dada hook me up with Tommy
  Now I got alot 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 now
  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
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    Cold rock a party and the
  Rock a party
  Rock a party and the B Girls stand, uh
  Rock a party
  Rock a party
  Rock a party and the big girls stand
    To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E