Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) (Explicit)
MC Lyte"Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) (Explicit)" is a song by MC Lyte, released in 2009 in the Pop genre. The song is 5:32 long and contains 158 lines and 1094 words.
Lyrics
0:00Shut The Eff Up!(Hoe) (Explicit LP Version) - MC Lyte
0:00I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
0:02I've been too nice too long
0:05Yup it's definitely time I get nasty
0:10Gon' be some sh*t
0:12Hot damn hoe
0:15Gon' be some sh*t
0:16Hot damn hoe
0:20Gon' be some sh*t
0:21Hot damn hoe
0:24Hot damn hoe
0:25Gon' be some sh*t
0:27Hot damn
0:28Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
0:30You have all waited now you can stop waiting
0:33Shall I ease into the disses go 20 then 30
0:35Or shall I got straight to 80
0:38Aw it doesn't matter when you're dissed you're dissed
0:41The party's not over it's just beginnin'
0:43Because Lyte is winning what are you winning
0:46Any battle in any competition
0:48'The gangstress' ha you're on a wack journey
0:51Hoe headed for nowhere with time to spare
0:53So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
0:56I'd tell your name but that would give you fame
0:58And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
1:01So I sit back and relax 'cause it makes me laugh
1:03I could diss call you names and make fun of you
1:06Hoe but me the Lyte I'm into speakin' the truth
1:08Like a watchtower hour by the hour
1:11Lyte is rhymin' perfect timin'
1:13Milk keeps the beat I keep the beat
1:15With the tap of his feet with the tap of my feet
1:18When he count it down
1:19When I count it down 6 7 8 Lyte'll start the debate
1:25Hot damn hoe
1:26Shut the f**k up
1:27Hot damn hoe
1:28Shut the f**k up
1:29Hot damn hoe
1:31Shut the f**k up
1:31Here we here we
1:32Gon' be some sh*t
1:33Here we go again
1:35The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother
1:37When you should really ask
1:38Where is the father of your child aren't we wild
1:42You get around like a cab now that's too bad
1:44Everyone has been in you isn't that sad bodily vibrations
1:48Don't make me laugh weight watchers is waiting
1:51Here's a free pass you ain't gettin' lose you f**kin' jerk
1:55And you ain't gettin' paid you're just gettin' laid
1:57Sexin' and suckin' yeah that is your trade
2:00Put on this earth just to distract me
2:02Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
2:05You will get nowhere the Lyte is too blinding
2:08Tell me why must I keep reminding
2:10You to step back let the Lyte shine
2:13Do not take sh*t till you write your own rhymes
2:16Hot damn hoe
2:17Shut the f**k up
2:18Hot damn hoe
2:19Shut the f**k up
2:20Hot damn hoe
2:22Shut the f**k up
2:23Here we here we
2:24Gon' be some sh*t
2:25Here we go again
2:26Your mold is fake Crayola crayon
2:28Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
2:30The Lyte is too wicked too worthy too strong
2:33And the rhymes I create are made to last long
2:36Let me wise you up rappin' isn't a sport
2:38You either have to teach yourself or you have to be taught
2:41And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
2:44The ones that write your rhymes might
2:45As well hold your microphone
2:46Dropped a little vinyl now you think you're large
2:48Step aside Lyte thee mc is in charge
2:51Don't sleep on me I'm far far far from dumb
2:53So roll correctly if you decide to come
2:56Mc sucker this is what you waited for
2:58I'm sick of the battle let's go to war
3:01Why do you challenge me Lyte thee mc
3:04Did not you know that I am crazy
3:06My screws are quite loose in fact I don't have any
3:09But when it comes to rhymes I've got many
3:12Like I said and will have to say
3:14Over and over 'cause you disobey
3:17Here on this earth I reign superior
3:19One of these days I will have to get with ya
3:22Tear you up mentally from limb to limb
3:24'Cause I am the Lyte and you are just paper thin
3:27Hot damn hoe
3:28Shut the f**k up
3:29Hot damn hoe
3:31Shut the f**k up
3:32Hot damn hoe
3:33Shut the f**k up
3:34Here we here we
3:35Gon' be some sh*t
3:36Here we go again
3:37I sensed it predicted it knew it would happen
3:40You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin'
3:42Now it is my duty to all MC's
3:45To ask you to go elsewhere pronto please
3:47Now I was quite polite nice I may add
3:50But you insist on stayin' that makes me mad
3:52But then again I don't mind I've got someone to pick on
3:55Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
3:58You ain't really down you wig wearin' clown
4:00Burrowin' money to buy an outfit
4:03Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
4:05I ask you do you know who you're f**kin' with
4:08With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
4:10I'm mc Lyte a k a mc payback
4:13Payback is a b**ch and I'm givin' you no slack
4:16Unfinished business that sh*t was wack
4:18So Lyte made no attempt to strike back
4:21But here we go again what is light's out
4:23Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat about
4:26Let me say next time that you feel pissed
4:28I suggest that you don't try to diss
4:31Hot damn hoe
4:32Shut the f**k up
4:33Hot damn hoe
4:35Shut the f**k up
4:36Hot damn hoe
4:37Shut the f**k up
4:38Here we here we
4:39Gon' be some sh*t
4:40Here we go again
4:41You better watch what you say to me 'cause I can get evil
4:44The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable
4:46In 10 I popped your head in a microwave
4:49I'm into blenders now so you better behave
4:51Or put you in a toaster because you're gettin' toasted
4:54Better yet an oven because you're gettin' roasted
4:56Don't listen to your rhyme writers 'cause yo they souped you
4:59You ain't d**e you can't cope they musta dooked you
5:02You musta had some wack crack real wack crack
5:04Sent you on a mission and now you're comin' back
5:07But let me school ya Lyte is runnin' this show
5:09So yo hoe I think you oughta go
5:12Before Lyte thee mc gets into it
5:15But remember you forced me to do it
5:17Hot damn hoe
5:18Shut the f**k up
5:19Hot damn hoe
5:21Shut the f**k up
5:22Hot damn hoe
5:23Shut the f**k up
5:24Here we here we
5:25Gon' be some sh*t
5:26Here we go again
5:27Yo now you know
5:30And no one's have to battle
5:32Slime
Shut The Eff Up!(Hoe) (Explicit LP Version) - MC Lyte I think it's time I start feeling bitchy I've been too nice too long Yup it's definitely time I get nasty Gon' be some sh*t Hot damn hoe Gon' be some sh*t Hot damn hoe Gon' be some sh*t Hot damn hoe Hot damn hoe Gon' be some sh*t Hot damn 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 Aw it doesn't matter when you're dissed you're dissed The party's not over it's just beginnin' 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 Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Here we here we Gon' be some sh*t Here we go again The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother When you should really ask Where is the father of your child aren't we wild You get around like a cab now that's too bad Everyone has been in you isn't that sad bodily vibrations Don't make me laugh weight watchers is waiting Here's a free pass you ain't gettin' lose you f**kin' jerk And you ain't gettin' paid you're just gettin' laid Sexin' and suckin' yeah that is your trade Put on this earth just to distract me Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me You will get nowhere the Lyte is too blinding Tell me why must I keep reminding You to step back let the Lyte shine Do not take sh*t till you write your own rhymes Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Here we here we Gon' be some sh*t Here we go again Your mold is fake Crayola crayon Don't dare to sleep or even prey on The Lyte is too wicked too worthy too strong And the rhymes I create are made to last long Let me wise you up rappin' isn't a sport You either have to teach yourself or you have to be taught And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own The ones that write your rhymes might As well hold your microphone Dropped a little vinyl now you think you're large Step aside Lyte thee mc is in charge Don't sleep on me I'm far far far from dumb So roll correctly if you decide to come Mc sucker this is what you waited for I'm sick of the battle let's go to war Why do you challenge me Lyte thee mc Did not you know that I am crazy My screws are quite loose in fact I don't have any But when it comes to rhymes I've got many Like I said and will have to say Over and over 'cause you disobey Here on this earth I reign superior One of these days I will have to get with ya Tear you up mentally from limb to limb 'Cause I am the Lyte and you are just paper thin Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Here we here we Gon' be some sh*t Here we go again I sensed it predicted it knew it would happen You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin' Now it is my duty to all MC's To ask you to go elsewhere pronto please Now I was quite polite nice I may add But you insist on stayin' that makes me mad But then again I don't mind I've got someone to pick on Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on You ain't really down you wig wearin' clown Burrowin' money to buy an outfit Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic I ask you do you know who you're f**kin' with With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips I'm mc Lyte a k a mc payback Payback is a b**ch and I'm givin' you no slack Unfinished business that sh*t was wack So Lyte made no attempt to strike back But here we go again what is light's out Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat about Let me say next time that you feel pissed I suggest that you don't try to diss Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Here we here we Gon' be some sh*t Here we go again You better watch what you say to me 'cause I can get evil The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable In 10 I popped your head in a microwave I'm into blenders now so you better behave Or put you in a toaster because you're gettin' toasted Better yet an oven because you're gettin' roasted Don't listen to your rhyme writers 'cause yo they souped you You ain't d**e you can't cope they musta dooked you You musta had some wack crack real wack crack Sent you on a mission and now you're comin' back But let me school ya Lyte is runnin' this show So yo hoe I think you oughta go Before Lyte thee mc gets into it But remember you forced me to do it Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Hot damn hoe Shut the f**k up Here we here we Gon' be some sh*t Here we go again Yo now you know And no one's have to battle Slime
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