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

Five dog

Yo, come on

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 **** backwards

Uh-oh, hey, yo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so

When we move, yes

Sometimes we lay low

Hey, yo

They got my little ****, Pedro

Make you after the L, like turkey, cheese and tomato

Fuck is that? Especially for **** that will pay no

Attention to instructions, like they still wanna disobey y'all

Wonder twin powers activate real quick

So that 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 pussy for the rest of the night

Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough ****

They tough **** that snuff ****

I know the club got enough ****

The slap your face expert, who the next jerk

To make me exert heat? Fuck it, let me network

Yo, Reggie Noble

Feel me, yo, Busta Bus

What up?

Yo, Phife Dawg, yo, it's time to step up

Yo, what the fuck, uh?

Check it here, peep the four man transaction

Phife diggy dawg be on some Todd Shaw mackin'

You know my stee, there's no time for relaxin'

Word to Reggie, yo, it's time for some action

Girl, swing your 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 this here?

Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a knish, yeah

Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish

My roughest **** in an afro on Coolidge

Remember white shadow? my clique 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 Sha and Litro

Yo, Bootsy, take this mic from this floozy

Make him run it

Five foot invasion, son, you can't run from it

Yo, Reggie Noble

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 the zone then you know that it's good

All you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood

****, grab the mic with loads of malarky

I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy

Put it on poo butts, who's unsettled with ignorance

Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence

Eighteen wheelin' through **** 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 rigamarole, we vyin' for the control

We the musical equation of the whole entire nation

Yo, Phife Dawg

Yes, Kamaal?

Buster Bus

What up?

Yo, Reggie Noble, yo, it's time to step up

Yo, yo

I'm just an ill **** who don't got it all upstairs

Ridin' dick, get the balls till 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

Yo, when it's time to flow, I surprise and blow

Five hundred thousand units off a diamond troll

Forty below, I'm throwin' when it's time to throw

The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masseuse

Woo, woo, funk doc gets the money

And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny

Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg

Shit it, pussy **** get Lysol