me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah step my game up You make me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah, my game up You make me step
Traduction: Little Brother. Step It Up.
I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please
H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous [Fabolous] Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah) Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh) A little drop sports
see it but you confrontin' it now Draw your mind in the sand til you done in the ground And if a nigga step across me I'm gunnin' it down And tell em
and there is no end [Brother J:] Welcome to my science now seems you're always with it Brother J, funk me, I come again, I stick it Some say it's too
age it flees Ignorance swoops at the vulture's knee It's time to make a step, it's time to make a move Time for the nation, it's time for the groove [
, and the way that it look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not giving
-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dog It just took a little time for me to shine and get up in the game and roll dog Now I'm
beginning to end Brothers in the business and loyal friends Steppin' on stages, movin' as one For the money and for the fun No matter how it goes, how bad it
it-ch-check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check
more to this life than just faking up reality I wake up in the morning and I stretch out my feet Say a thank you prayer then I brush up my teeth A little
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn
you are We world wide mob figgaz [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got homies on the front line livin it up We got ladies in the back straight givin it up It ain
me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop
