A Tribe Called Quest - Steppin' It Up lyrics

(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 ba*tard and mastered the real way you slap the b**hest n***az 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 n***a Pedro Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to) f** is that? Especially for n***az 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 p**y for the rest of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough n***az They tough n***az that snuff n***az (hah) I know the club got enough n***az (huh!) To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, To make me exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network! (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 f**, 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' a**, 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 f**in with dis heah? (This here) Word to Queens, I keep sh** hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!) Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish) My roughest n***az 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 (f** it up n***a f** it up) Hence the reason why your b**h a** would love to follow (what?) Two different toasters in your chest will make your sh** 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 (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, sh**, 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 n***az grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy Put it on pooh-bu*ts who's unsettled with ignorance Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence Eighteen wheelin through n***az 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 f** 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 n***a 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 a** 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 sh**tin, p**y n***az get Lysol! Heh heh heh