Steppin' It Up (feat. Busta Rhymes & Redman)

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