Step Up Front

Music first

Grand Puba, step up front

Ahh, Milk Dee, step up front

A Priority Posse, step up front

To my mom and my dad, step up front

Uhh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon

Yeah baby c'mon, uh, c'mon

(Verse One)

Let's discuss this, listen while I bust this

It's from the K, so hey you can trust this

rhyme ritual rap my rap spiritual

Pumpin and jumpin, from the max to the minimum

I don't moan and groan, I take it on

For floozies I bone I just leave 'em alone

I need a clear head in order for me to win it

So baby, "Hold up, hey! Wait a minute!"

Uhh, yeah, uhh, c'mon

Yeah baby c'mon now, uhh, c'mon

(Verse Two)

On the square, I'm not riffin like Andy Griffith

Just fed up, goin head up, with competition

Don't excluse or place no restriction

Gotta qualify to be in my jurisdiction

Razzle, dazzle, burn you to a frazzle

Soon you say you don't need the hassle

I'm too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck

And if you are well then look tough luck

It's not your world so don't work at no resentment

Tryin to front on a three-hour rap segment

I'm the one so fuck your attitude

I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I'm in a bad mood

You're huffin, puffin, bluffin for nothin

Come out your face, word is bond I hurt somethin

Rockin your knot, puttin a wop in your bop

Hittin the spot, just like an insulin shot

So whassup Hobbes? I'm all in it

"Hold up, hey! Wait a minute!"

Yeah, uhh, yeah baby c'mon

Uh, c'mon

(Verse Three)

Well uhh, boom batter, sissies don't matter

Sorry homeboy my pockets is gettin fatter