Step 2 This Lyrics

[Intro-Hook: Tairrie B]
Well it's time to step, well it's time to step
Bust it, bu-bu-bu-bust it
Well it's time to step, well it's time to step
Bust it, bu-bu-bust it
Well it's time to step, well it's time to step
Bust it, bust it, bu-bu-bust it
Well it's time to step, well it's time to step
Bust it, bu-bu-bust it, bust it

[Verse 1: Tairrie B]
Well it's time for step, I need a beat, bust it
No need to question the rap or discuss it
I'll grab the mic and rest comes out naturally
A certain steps to me and she's a causality
My beat rocks so when opportunity knocks
I'll take advantage and do damage
I'm a sister and every sense of a word
Yes, the skin is white despite what you've heard
I've step into the room, all hell breaks loose
Heads turn, eyes burns, it's called juice
Now fanatics refuse because I confused their mind
Deaf, dumb, and blonde, but not blind
Suckers seem to think that just because I'm a woman
I'm soft, step off
I'm here to listen the beat when I step into am
The lyrics are streek but sweet when I'm saying
I step on stage, plug it in, and begin
My microphone heats up as the records spins
Soundcheck, my man is on the mix up
Posse in affect, as Tairrie B kicks up
Stupid dope rhythm, the crowd goes wild
So pump your fist, and step to this aisle
B-swing, as I bring in the chorus
Produced by Bashir and engineered by Morus
[Verse 2: Tairrie B]
Well D is on the left and double C is on the right
In the middle with the riddle, Tairrie B is hype
I don't need no script, if the record skips
I just rock acapella with the mic to my lips
Plug in the instruments, cause yo I'm Tairr-a-mental
This ain't no lip-sync, give me that instrumental
Cause it's essential in order for me to get scandalous
And you know you can't handle this
Just dance to the drum machine, a little hot hat
We'll let you know where I'm at
Saxophone? No, I don't need that
Just a funky top with no feedback
It ain't about color when I step on the mic
I can rock any crowd, weather black or white
I know who I look like, but don't even say it
Just go to the store, buy my record and play it
And realize that I'm on the rise, guys
And no fiance and no martial ties
Surprise, yeah I thought that you would be
I'm the girl in your dreams that your girl never could be
So don't underestimate or be a summoning
That my rap is weak or my beat ain't booming Because I'm a woman, it's me your pursuing
But your in your towel right now, I'ma shoeing
[Hook: Tairrie B]
Step to this, the subject is dancing
Step to this, the subject is dancing
The subject is dancing
The subject is dancing

[Verse 3: Tairrie B]
Step to this, the subject is dancing
Step-sisters on the side enhancing
Go on with the show and go with the clock
Yo, Tricky, just let the beat drop
I'll grab the mic and sing another funky dope rhythm
Some people may say I ain't damn
But know I'm down with Comptown
Platinum bound, you found the sound of the underground
So when the amp starts bumping, my heart starts pumping
The walls are thumping and the crowd is jumping
Hey DJ, give them a scratch to get hot
Catch the beat and keep the spot
With a cool rthymn, deliver to the drop
Of the beat on top, non-stop
Cut to the rthymn while I give them a taste
Of a voice of [?] and lyrical bass
Turn up the trouble so the level is louder
And Tricky's on the tables, boys don't crowd her
Giver her some room to complainant the blue
Of the kick-drop, don't think their dumb
Come on baby

[Verse 4: Tairrie B]
Finally, or should I say Finale
East coast dialing like to a record [?]
You know [?]
Second guess and [?]
I'm dropping lyrics to the twenty-four track
While Bilal creates a beat in the back of this voice
[?] go is choice for the occasion
It's a Cu-Comptown Caucasian
Not an aryan nation, no, a little devil
But I'm the blonde hair, blue eye level
I'll take my rthymn in light
So I'm well prepared when I step to the mic
Never scared and if I'm there, it's useless
Try to compare but this bitch is Ruthless
A dope MC, not on my knees
This ain't a pran-out, please
I express myself with a mic in my hand
And a two turn table band
I have a million songs so the mics go play it
Diamonds on the finger from the boys outdated
The lips are powder and if I doubt it
Take a look at the plates I play, it's crowded
I pay out front but before the show
Backstage I stay cause I lay low
But when the lights go down, I come to dismiss
To suckers who can't step to this

[Outro-Dialougue: Tairrie B]
The definition to step to this is as follow:
Now you can either step to this MC in-hand or you can step to this dope jam. But either way you choose, it don't matter
(Yo, JV is still hitting, hitting, hitting...)

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