Ken Sport - Step Up lyrics

What we be tellin these cats? Yo, yo. "Step up, n***a" --Step Up-- *echoes* All them n***as out there Tellin on all them n***as violatin STEP UP [Verse One] Yo, yo; from the Himalays to the pyramids of Egypt Pace Won flow is dumb as Forest Gump weeded Lynch Mob's, Hit Squad's then I freak with More Golddiggers than E or PMD did (Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis By the time I'm twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix Watch the man bust, pose for the cameras And have reporters running/back like Barry Sanders (Yo!) My habits is spray paint (tsss) and rap fresh Pace Won gets more bank than NatWest Walkin round thinkin which face to slap next Like Latifah my Wrath is Madness Ho-ha, more smooth than Billy D Drinkin Colt 45 eyes slant like Phillipines Serve the baseheads, my raps k** the fiends That wanna MC but don't know what it means Chorus: People wanna act large but can't take charge I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* Yo, yo; Kids ask me for advice Pace on how to be nice I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* Yo, yo; If I see your sister cryin or fallin behind I tell her --Step Up-- *echoes* Yo, yo; If you don't need your teeth and your crew want beef Then you can --Step Up-- *echoes* Yo, yo, Bring em all, yo-yo [Verse Two] Since my small days always been real With raps thats more fat/phat than that a** on Kim Fields I'm roastin roaches, poets think I'm Moses Partin oceans, people feel me like emotions A poet and truth, I roll with the j**els Voice of the youth (uh) one a ya diehard boys that'll shoot Keep my rep up, rappers want somethin tell em --Step Up-- *echoes* Chorus [Verse Three] Yo, yo; You look soft, I hook off and kick bu*t Attack like Hitler, if your boys weak avoid me like I was thicker Rollin with the rich kids Slick like the mac of the year, I know b**hes They bite you, scratch you, kick you in the groin A two-headed coin that be makin people point (look) And talk soft, but I walked off, I'll remember Defender of my people, makin legal tender Got it made, no more goin to court now I'm out doin the world while my brother hold the fort down He said, "Pace slit the wrist if the cross you" When your hands are tied, you're only doin what your forced to Don't hate the Pace Won just cause my records sellin Find a playa hater and I tell'im Chorus