Steppin' It Up

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