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When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct
(Woo-hah) got you all in check
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed
Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning, yo, I must succeed
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede
Yo Willie mek we roll some weed
Mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo, we 'bout to make moves, set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows busting your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed
Need more information, homeboy? Then just read
Ayy, you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepperseed
When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
I got that head-nod shit that make you break your neck
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect
(Woo-hah) I got you all in check
How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun shut down your firm like Tom Cruise
Please let me get down and blow a fuse
Acting fools, breakin' shit down to molecules
Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues