Busta Rhymes - Step Up lyrics

J dilla

(the comissioner)

Hey yo thanks giving is coming so let
Me feed you niggas yer
Yo yo yo bust straight up
Im on the mic c
Dropping them classics can't you see
Ive got the lock and key
You can’t fuck with me me
Their ain't another nigga coming after me
Who be the nicest in this bitch
If you don't believe me
Just ask the niggas on the block or dr dre e
Don't ever think negative capacity t
You roll the talk money call chris like t?
Now, you know our whole fort
Is your favorite mc
With bitches drowning over a nigga
Constantly leak fire to the streets and
Makе my niggas thirsty t
Bitch if you don't know
Ill make you beg for mercy c
Thе way i squash the party nigga certainly
I smash shit then i bounce niggas
Know i don't play play
I stay gutter yall niggas parlay lay
Its alright nigga see me everyday i
Put the stash in the vault
And watch your career decay cay
Thats right nigga cause their doing
It today 2008 bitches
Many years later bitch out the way
Take me out with the fader
Fader fader fader fader (the comissioner)
If you ain't know it now
Im feeling this bitch
Make papers rest the doe at the spot
Until it close up

Fake niggas happen in clubs
Slip dip and drink a bottle of yak
Untill they throw up ok nigga
Step up, if you want a thump ok bitches
Step up, if you wanna fuck
Ok niggas, turn the volume up ok pigeon
I got the perscription to you
Make niggas step up
Step up, and make the party jump step up
Step up, and bang another trunk step up
Step up, ill make your block pump step up
Step up, nigga come on step up step up

Lets get it cracking nigga
Who make bitches wanna slash slash
You niggas already know who got it on smash
We use to getting money fast nigga
Give me my cash cash
Don't make me have to reach for
The thing in the stash yo
I cooked the new hot shit
To dominate the mass leak heat to the street
Shit spreading like a rash rash
All you other mother fuckers
Should sound trash trash
You ain’t in my division i be in weight class
Make broads shake their ass
Make it gon splash on them bitches
When we throw bottles we try
We break the glass glass
O-o-o-oow if you ain't know
When im on the scene we so
Mean in this mother fucker
Try blow steam steam
Bounce for a little while make
The hood fiend fiend
See ya they loving the back
With the newer jeans jeans busta bust bitch
As they overtake her save all your doe
Im about to fuck up all your
Paper paper paper paper paper
If you knowin how i feel in this bitch
Makes niggas rush the doe with the spot
Untill it close up

Fake niggas happen in clubs
Slip dip and drink a bottle of yak
Untill they throw up ok nigga
Step up, if you want a thump ok bitches
Step up if, you wanna fuck ok niggas
Step up, turn the volume up ok pigeon
I got the perscription to you
Make niggas step up
Step up, and make the party jump step up
Step up, and bang another trunk step up
Step up, ill make your block pump step up
Step up, nigga come on step up step up

Stetch it tall
Yeh food for the hood to feast
On for the thanks giving ha ha ha ha
Flip mode bitch