| Verse 1 MC Serch
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| In the heat of the night I step swift
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| Jettin to the spot that got the most gift
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| A who to do sittin in my drum loop
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| Pistol loaded and I’m ready to shoot
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| See my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track star
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| Not much happening but I got a fast car
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| E-x double vex and we’re strong like sex
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| Cut the corner hit the next left
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| Reside to the westside a hole in the ground
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| Not paradise but a nice boomin sound
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| Party packed with nuff heads
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| Some black, some white some hood and some dreads
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| Surround the club, with the dub that swayed em
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| The remixed version of Steppin to the A. M
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| Played the club like a crumb to the curb
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| And this kid greased my palm and said word to the third
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| Verse 2 Pete Nice
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| You can flip my lip I throw joints out
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| Out the box I stop some for some doubt
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| Took you out last album I was steppin
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| Now your clickin on my gold disc and flippin
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| On the third fly is fingers and Kev swab
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| Seven signs on the walls your your head bobs
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| Mouths will move to this you ain’t through with this
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| This ain’t a suicide so why’d you grip your wrist
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| I take a listen to the lyrics I formed up
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| Slidin in the green hornet as I warm it up
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| Cause the third is like a lyric dispenser
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| For hire like Spencer but my trigger fingers tenser
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| My sixth sense getting loopy as a Soloflex
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| Turn to soupy and ask which duck is next
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| Hookin phrases clauses nouns and verbs
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| Steppin off set it off it’s word to the third
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| Verse 3 MC Serch
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| P-E-T-E and me now step to the back
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| Tracks are stacked the party dumb packed
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| The sweat off my brow is glistening
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| And in the dance hall not one kid missing
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| A step while the non step don’t step
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| They chill on the side or reside to the left
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| A mack daddy makin a move smooth
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| Whisper sweet nothings or something to soothe
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| The savage beast at least get the number to the residence
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| While you flash mad presidents
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| Crazy grants a few Jacksons
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| Grip got traction to show that your maxin
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| But she ain’t down with the bum rush
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| And she better pick up moves off a lint brush
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| So you got played word to Herb
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| Don’t slip money grip it’s called word to the third
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| Verse 4 Pete Nice
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| As you move and your following the Serch-lite
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| Writing music up and fixin up the mix right
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| Some tight on the pockets and the being
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| I see em jettin from the 3 and deep fleein
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| Keyin up like a master lock picker
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| Figure that I stop cause I’m out quicker
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| Not Mr. Rogers I’m rollin with Mr. hood
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| Menace and doom not a friendly neighborhood
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| As a crew it ain’t only me myself
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| Just the third knocking fiction off the shelf
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| Make your moves on 33 1/3
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| Daddy rich cuttin records of spoken words
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| Rollin up like this cause I’m pissed
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| You Serch what’s the word oh yeah there it is
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| Or is it just a figure of speech Herb
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| 3rd bass puts in place the word of the third |