It was a cafe It was a cafe on the westside It was a cafe on It was a cafe on the westside, midtown It was a cafe on the westside, midtown Said they
Kick this one for Brooklyn, Kick this one for the nineties, Now Kick this one here for me and my DJ You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardi Gras I'm the dopest
and see the show MC Lyte and K-Rock are about to throw Get on line and purchase your ticket (Hey, don't worry) Lyte is gonna kick it (Go on, be happy)
[ performed by MC Lyte and Milk Dee ] A friend of mine (Which one?) Cecilia (Yeah?) has a man (so?) a dealer (Which one?) Born - Born Supreme You know
on, yeah, I hope ya Do, because I'm gonna strip you of your peace of mind Now your piece is mine, damn, that's unkind Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too
dressed to impress, ready to party) 'Gangstress', don't make me laugh Ha-ha-ha And keep your eyes on this And keep your eyes on THIS (They call me Lyte
Bud Light? [ King Of Chill ] Nah Giz, MC Lyte [ Gizmo ] Yo Milk [ both ] Kick it (Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek) [ VERSE 1: MC Lyte
in the place Cause I'll rip out your eyes, cut your tongue off You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk In this lifetime you're no MC You're
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
Listen, honey, I don't need your money Believe me when I tell you, I've got my own Cause I'm MC Lyte on the microphone" Yeah [ VERSE 3 ] Here's another
