Step to the Rear

Aye-yo stud, bust it

Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival

Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called, "Survival"

Runnin' 'round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks

I wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac

Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know

Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal

There's no need to try to diss the swinger

Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger

The Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid

You try to step to this, it's void

A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman

Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out

Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve

It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe

Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade

With the papes that I made from this trade

So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips

If you want to cash in on the wins

Grand Puba and I love to hit skins

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a forty in the cooler

She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er

Before I have to play her is a foul way,

And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday

Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads

Ball is my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed

From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise

Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg

If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer

Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer

So come take a dip with your private dancer

Nasty, naughty, over six foot call me, "Shorty"

But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong

I go, on ,and on ,and on, and on

Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'

Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen

Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts

But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts

Arise to respond for the Maxwell

Ask well, hell, it don't even matter

Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter

Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter

You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter

The nineties is here, Pu is on a mash-out

Huns that I've done always seem to pass out

But hun wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out

You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out

Foes and hoes, good riddance

'Cause when Puba comes out, there'll be no skiddin'

I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,

Tell 'I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top

Reel and reel and soul to soul

Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe

It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff

I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff

And ya don't stop

Now I'mma end it like this

I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,

Caught her on looker, know where I took her,

To the short stay, around my way,

And like Monie say, "It was the perfect way"

I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord"

Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored

I'm from Now Rule, I'm in the right mood,

And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool

See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'

If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'

Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,

Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8:00

So see you brothers later, time to motivate

Yeah, now bust it

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah

Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo

And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this

And I'ma say, "Yo, peace"