Step 2 This - 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

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

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

Step to this, the subject is dancing

Step to this, the subject is dancing

The subject is dancing

The subject is dancing

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

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

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…)