Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Step To Dis , by - Master P. Song from the album Best Of Master P, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Step To Dis |
| Whassup man? |
| I think you need to back up off me brah |
| Cause right now, I’m not feelin too good |
| And I have a attitude problem |
| You might push that button to strike that nerve |
| So you need to just go 'head on and back up |
| WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??! |
| Y’all don’t wanna step to dis, hah, whut? |
| (repeat 4X) |
| I used to check domes, now it’s platinum over chrome |
| Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone |
| See I’m the thug of the century |
| Cause I done laid it down |
| From the streets to overseas to penitentiary |
| We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers |
| I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya |
| See the eyes of the tiger in my blood |
| Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub? |
| We attack from the back whether it’s a Jag or some cat |
| I’m all about my scratch -- you get that? |
| (hahah) |
| See nuttin don’t last forever |
| But Only God Can Judge Me, cause I’m down to do whatever |
| Y’all don’t wanna step to dis, hah, whut? |
| (repeat 4X) |
| Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at? |
| All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back |
| See I’m a soldier for life and that’s real I keep it trill |
| Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill |
| I like my Henn and my trees cause I’m a baller |
| Can I really hoop? |
| Fool, ask Vince Carter |
| Six million on top, now y’all suckers pop |
| When I close down shop, don’t make me get the Glock |
| From the South to the East, give it up |
| And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up |
| (UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me |
| Cause I’m the ghetto Bill Gates but I’m legit, ya heard me? |
| Y’all don’t wanna step to dis, hah, whut? |
| (repeat 4X) |
| Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup |
| You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug |
| I ain’t wit that mouthin off, I’m out spillin your blood |
| Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud |
| No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up |
| Better tell him it’s real, we be tossin it up |
| So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love |
| Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs |
| And pistols bein cocked at all times |
| And when you run up you gon' fall down |
| Cause I’ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down |
| You ain’t ready to go to war with a real soldier |
| So don’t step to me fool, cause the game is over |
| Y’all don’t wanna step to dis, hah, whut? |
| (repeat 8X) |