My Time - MC Lyte

You can find my niggas on the hottest blocks

Sippin' Henny rock

Holdin' packs in their socks, goin' get this money non-stop

Fuck the cops, we get the drop

Rather run than get locked

Constantly switching the spots

Navigating nautical yachts

Flooded diamonds seasons

Femme Fatale rhyme and reason

Body time for treason

Air Force One, we leavin'

Panama Red holdin' 52 heads for ransom

My nigga Johnny Handsome trigger itchin' to cancel ‘em

I’m like «Hold up, wait a minute

Let’s get down to business

You could kill up all these motherfuckers

Soon as the deal finish»

All out war ‘til we lace something and base something

Don’t say nothing

Scarlet fuck around and grenade something

Exchange something, bodies for dollars

We go two hours to kill

I want a half a mil and a private jet to Brazil

Y’all could forget it ‘cause all negotiations is deaded

The grudge in my heart is embedded

And these are the days that you dreaded

Scanless fiends, we rise from the midst like submarines

Tote sub-machines

Favorite colors green

Illuminate the scene

Playing devils advocate

State lavish and extravagant

Cats holdin' chips

We have to get

Ain’t your average chick

Black Madonna, Ms. Maverick

Platinum exposure vi cola

Sword soldier, yo floss rocks like boulders

The ones that make your wrist bend

Televised like Wimbledon

Thug women in Timberlands

Leave you trembling

Sex symboling, swindling

Femme Fatale and Lyte turn thugs to gentlemen

Ten past nine, Lyte’s time to shine

What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine

Synchronize the time, watch the scheming kind

Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind

Ten past nine, Fatale time to shine

What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine

Synchro' the time, watch the scheming kind

Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind

Thug princess, relentless

Step to my business

If it ain’t lucrative with interest

It’s senseless

Tigress la temptress

Loving leave ‘em defenseless

Male mind the simplest

Ice Berg can’t pimp this

Lay with a serpent, sin in your semen

Wake up birthing demons

Got Adam?

We even

Trick dada trap

Taped to the garter

Master the art of getting ricotta

Documented like Magna Carta

Ill reputed leaving pockets diluted

Intriguing breast protruded, plan precisely executed

Sonned you, slip the micky, never come to

Made off with a bundle

If you wake, death becomes you

It’s all about extortion

Small cats trying to get a portion

What you sporting

Posing, trying to look important

Caution, yo, that lavish life be costing

Before the fame and fortune

Better know what line you’re crossing

I come passive like a cherry, little girl or a peach

Dress dime and I’m fine when I’m trying to get the heap

I show a lot of teeth, front with the sweets

But you know that beneath

There’s a whole lot of street

Don’t test the temper of the do-more-than-talk shitter

Your mens are trapped like the dead of winter

Slide in like a splinter

Pull out with the money and the Lex

We don’t even have to wet him

Leave him drowning in his sweat

Femme Fatale, what’s next?

They about to get me vex

Trying to do me in the pookie

Thinking he gon' get the sex

Surprise!

You’ll be lucky if you ever open your eyes

Or even see the light again, ‘cause I’m about to go in

Don’t question the veteran

You thugs know I’m better than

Anyone or anything or any crew that’s ever been

While you’re listening to this

Got you caught up in the twist

MC Lyte, Femme Fatale

Don’t sweat the fish