me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah step my game up You make me step my game up, game up Step my game up yeah, my game up You make me step
Tradução: Little Brother. Step It Up.
I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please
Bonnie, ma' I make you famous [Fabolous] Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah) Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh) A little drop sports
beginning to end Brothers in the business and loyal friends Steppin' on stages, movin' as one For the money and for the fun No matter how it goes, how bad it
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
more to this life than just faking up reality I wake up in the morning and I stretch out my feet Say a thank you prayer then I brush up my teeth A little
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn
me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his
real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to
call a kingpin Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season Tell him just be ready set, pack ya shit up quick And when I hit, be prepared ta
step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town Arrest me on the rebound It's the P to the
keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it's unfair Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix It's only right that I shout
keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers You know we got it, you niggas know
I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to this
don't believe it how can she concieve it? My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to Summer's Eve it Bitch yo' bush black you smell like--step back What the