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Steppin' It Up Lyrics

"Steppin' It Up" was written by Galper, Hal / Yancey, James Dewitt / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Noble, Reggie / Smith, Trevor.
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"Steppin' It Up" was written by Galper, Hal / Yancey, James Dewitt / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Noble, Reggie / Smith, Trevor.
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Phife dawg
Yo Kamal reggie noble up in ya
Yo Busta bus, yo it's time to step up

You know I plaster, the little bastard
And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards
Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so
When we move yes sometimes we lay low aiyyo
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and tomato

Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no
Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonderin' how it's activate real quick
So that 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 niggaz that snuff niggaz
I know the club got enough niggaz
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me exert heat?
Fuckit, let me network

Ha-hah yo Reggie Noble
Feel me, yo Busta Bus
What up?
Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
Yo what the fuck, ungh

Check it here, peep the four-man transaction
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin'
You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin'
Word to Reggie yo it's time for some aksion
Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin'
Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen
Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin'
Eighty G's for one show that's satisfaction

Now which MC feel like he fuckin' with dis heah?
Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish
My roughest niggaz in the Apple on Coolidge
Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow
Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow
Freestylin' son, like there was no tomorrow
Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow

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
Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
Five foot invasion son, you can't run from it

Yo Reggie Noble
Blaw, yo Phife diggy
What up?
Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up

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
Niggaz 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 poignancy and diligence
Eighteen wheelin' through niggaz 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 rigmarole, we vyin' for the control
We the musical equation of the whole entire nation

Yo Phife Dawg
Yes Kamal
Busta Bus
What up?
Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up

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 masousse
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 niggaz get Lysol
Heh heh heh

Songwriters
GALPER, HAL / YANCEY, JAMES DEWITT / FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / JONES-MUHAMMAD, ALI SHAHEED / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK / NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, TREVOR

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