Verse 1 MC Serch 

In the heat of the night I step swift 

jettin to the spot that got the most gift 

a who to do sittin in my drum loop 

pistol loaded and I'm ready to shoot 

see my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track star 

not much happening but I got a fast car 

e-x double vex and we're strong like sex 

cut the corner hit the next left 

reside to the westside a hole in the ground 

not paradise but a nice boomin sound 

party packed with nuff heads, 

some black, some white some hood and some dreads 

surround the club, with the dub that swayed em 

the remixed version of Steppin to the A.M. 

played the club like a crumb to the curb 

and this kid greased my palm and said word to the third



Verse 2 Pete Nice 

You can flip my lip I throw joints out 

out the box I stop some for some doubt 

took you out last album I was steppin 

now your clickin on my gold disc and flippin 

on the third fly is fingers and Kev swab 

seven signs on the walls your your head bobs 

mouths will move to this you ain't through with this 

this ain't a suicide so why'd you grip your wrist 

I take a listen to the lyrics I formed up 

slidin in the green hornet as I warm it up 

cause the third is like a lyric dispenser 

for hire like Spencer but my trigger fingers tenser 

my sixth sense getting loopy as a Soloflex 

turn to soupy and ask which duck is next 

hookin phrases clauses nouns and verbs 

steppin off set it off it's word to the third



Verse 3 MC Serch 

P-E-T-E and me now step to the back 

tracks are stacked the party dumb packed 

the sweat off my brow is glistening 

and in the dance hall not one kid missing 

a step while the non step don't step 

they chill on the side or reside to the left 

a mack daddy makin a move smooth 

whisper sweet nothings or something to soothe 

the savage beast at least get the number to the residence 

while you flash mad presidents 

crazy grants a few Jacksons 

grip got traction to show that your maxin 

but she ain't down with the bum rush 

and she better pick up moves off a lint brush 

so you got played word to Herb 

don't slip money grip its called word to the third



Verse 4 Pete Nice 

As you move and your following the Serch-lite 

writing music up and fixin up the mix right 

some tight on the pockets and the being 

I see em jettin from the 3 and deep fleein 

Keyin up like a master lock picker 

figure that I stop cause I'm out quicker 

not Mr. Rogers I'm rollin with Mr. hood 

menace and doom not a friendly neighborhood 

as a crew it ain't only me myself 

just the third knocking fiction off the shelf 

make your moves on 33 1/3 

daddy rich cuttin records of spoken words 

rollin up like this cause I'm pissed 

you Serch what's the word oh yeah there it is 

or is it just a figure of speech Herb 

3rd bass puts in place the word of the third