Steppin' It Up Lyrics - Redman

(Q-Tip) Phiiiiiife 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 niggaz backwards 

Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm) 

when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo) 

Big up my little nigga Pedro 

Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to) 

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? 

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 niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah) I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!) 

To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, 

To make me exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network! 

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(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, ungh! 

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 4 Sum Aksion_ 

Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin) 

Don't even front, you know you wanna 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 niggaz 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 tommorrow (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 

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(Busta) Yo Reggie Noble 

(Redman) Blaoowww, 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 

'S 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 poignance 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 elequently 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 suprise 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