Steppin' It Up
[Q-Tip]
Phife Dawg
[Phife]
Yo Kamal
[Q-Tip]
Reggie Noble
[Redman]
Up in ya!
[Q-Tip]
Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up
[Busta Rhymes]
You know I plaster, the little bastard
And mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggas backwards
Uh-oh, hey yo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so
When we move yes sometimes we lay low hey yo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and tomato (to)
Fuck is that? Especially for niggas that will pay no
Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonderin' how it's activate real quick?
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin' the mic
The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night
Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz
They tough niggas that snuff niggas (hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? Fuck-it, let me network!
[Redman:]
Ha-hah!
[Q-Tip]
Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman]
Feel me, yo Busta Bus
[Busta]
What up?
[Q-Tip]
Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
[Phife:]
Yo what the fuck
Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin' (mackin')
You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin' (relaxin')
Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's 'Time For Sum Aksion'
Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin' (climaxin')
Don't even front, you know you want to make it happen (make it happen!)
Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin'? (mad faxin')
Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction)
Now which emcee feel like he fuckin' with dis heah? (This here)
Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!)
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish)
My roughest niggas in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge)
Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon)
Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)
Freestylin' son, like there was no tomorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up)
Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?
Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo
Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement)
Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it
[Busta]
Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman]
Blow, yo Phife diggy!
[Phife]
What up?
[Busta]
Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up!
[Q-Tip]
Check it out, the original, shit, we makin' it
Takin' it, to the extremes, we breakin' it
When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good
All you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood
Niggas grab the mic with loads of malarky
I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy
Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance
Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence
Eighteen wheelin' through niggas like truckers
Breakin' ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein' that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown
Of these brothers who so eloquently hold the beat down
Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin' for the control
We the musical equation of the whole entire nation
[Q-Tip]
Yo Phife Dawg
[Phife]
Yes Kamal
[Q-Tip]
Busta Bus
[Busta]
What up?
[Q-Tip]
Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up
[Redman]
Yo yo
I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs
Riding dick, get the balls 'til they come in pairs
Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
'Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
But I move crowds without a gun
Like if, the New York State Lottery is ninety-nine million!!
Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masseuse
Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg
Shittin', pussy niggas get Lysol!
Writer/s: GALPER, HAL / YANCEY, JAMES DEWITT / FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / JONES-MUHAMMAD, ALI SHAHEED / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK / NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, TREVOR
