MC Lyte – Can’t Be Stopped by MuskaBeatz Lyrics
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 shit is red hot
Gimme blockade
I throw D like a stampede
I love myself when niggas 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 ass keeps stalling
I’m moving out here
You stuck behind the 8 ball
‘Cause you hateful
That ass 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 nigga 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
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 shit is red hot
Gimme blockade
I throw D like a stampede
I love myself when niggas 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 ass keeps stalling
I’m moving out here
You stuck behind the 8 ball
‘Cause you hateful
That ass 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 nigga 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