Pacewon

Pacewon - Step Up lyrics

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Step Up   *echoes* All them niggaz out there
 Tellin on all them niggaz violatin STEP UP

 [Verse One]
 Yo  yo; from the Himalays to the pyramids of Egypt
 Pace Won flow is dumb as Forest Gump weeded
 Lynch Mob's  Hit Squad's then I freak with
 More Golddiggers than E or PMD did
 (Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis
 By the time I'm twenty nine I have more Suns than Phoenix
 Watch the man bust, pose for the cameras
 And have reporters running/back like Barry Sanders
 (Yo!) My habits is spray paint (tsss) and rap fresh
 Pace Won gets more bank than NatWest
 Walkin round thinkin what face to slap next
 Like Latifah my Wrath is Madness
 Ho-ha, more smooth than Billy D.
 Drinkin Colt 45 eyes slant like Phillipines
 Serve the baseheads, my raps kill the fiends
 That wanna MC but don't know what it means

 Chorus:
 People wanna act large but can't take charge
 I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*
 Yo, yo; Kids ask me for advice Pace on how to be nice
 I tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*
 Yo, yo; If I see your sister cryin or fallin behind
 I tell her --Step Up-- *echoes*
 Yo, yo; If you don't need your teeth and your crew want beef
 Then you can --Step Up-- *echoes*

 Yo, yo, Bring em all, yo-yo

 [Verse Two]
 Since my small days always been real
 With raps thats more fat/phat than that ass on Kim Fields
 I'm roastin roaches, poets think I'm Moses
 Partin oceans, people feel me like emotions
 A poet and truth, I roll with the jewels
 Voice of the youth (uh) one a ya diehard boys that'll shoot
 Keep my rep up, rappers want somethin tell em --Step Up-- *echoes*

 Chorus

 [Verse Three]
 Yo, yo; You look soft, I hook off and kick butt
 Attack like Hitler, if your boys weak avoid me like I was thicker
 Rollin with the rich kids
 Slick like the mac of the year, I know bitches
 They bite you, scratch you, kick you in the groin
 A two-headed coin that be makin people point (look)
 And talk soft, but I walked off, I'll remember
 Defender of my people, makin legal tender
 Got it made, no more goin to court now
 I'm out doin the world while my brother hold the fort down
 He said, "Pace slit the wrist if the cross you"
 When your hands are tied, you're only doin what your forced to
 Don't hate the Pace Won just cause my records sellin
 Find a playa hater and I tell'im

 Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruffhouse Records, Roc A Blok Records

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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