| A little bit, if you can get it out. | |
| I ain't gonna say it, cause I'll mess it up...go ahead then | |
| Yeah, know what I'm sayin' I.N.I. in the place | |
| Here to do our thing, you what I'm sayin' step up time. | |
| Time to claim something that's real out here know what I'm sayin' | |
| Something that you can live for know what sayin. | |
| Seize you know what I'm sayin. | |
| Time to bulid time to step up yo | |
| I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews | |
| (you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo | |
| when you witness the God of the groove | |
| sayin some shit to smooth to make you move. | |
| Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product | |
| No hesitation in the world of frustation | |
| cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation | |
| [Grap Luva] | |
| Check it | |
| each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause | |
| we already be little with floors | |
| Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine | |
| We stand lean, and always literate what we mean | |
| Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having | |
| Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing | |
| I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress | |
| The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? ) | |
| Chorus: | |
| Step Up | |
| Step Up time | |
| Step Up | |
| Step Up time | |
| Yeah, cause it's Step Up time | |
| Step Up time | |
| Step Up, yo | |
| Step Up time | |
| Yeah, Yeah | |
| Step Up | |
| Step Up time | |
| Step Up | |
| Step Up time | |
| Step Up, kid | |
| Step Up time | |
| Yeah, Yeah | |
| Step Up time | |
| [Ras Luv] | |
| Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame | |
| The Gods warn me that's is not a game | |
| So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot | |
| I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city | |
| The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel | |
| underground like the devil | |
| But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke | |
| And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke | |
| Cogeneration all going from broke | |
| You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes | |
| Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome | |
| I can't get caught up as a victim | |
| But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy | |
| It's time for I.N.I. to make niose | |
| Chorus | |
| [Grap Luva] | |
| So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top. | |
| Hold on to manhood before your life | |
| Cause some situtations is bond to get strife | |
| You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds | |
| Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds | |
| The choices that you make will profill your needs | |
| But the shit you go though will be hard to believe | |
| [Rob-O] | |
| Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now | |
| still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow | |
| from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats | |
| ****in with cheats to makin mince meat | |
| The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown | |
| Things I see first the knowledge is known. | |
| I wanna apologize to seize I stone | |
| Step Up time you on your own | |
| Chorus | |
| [Pete Rock Outro] | |
| And we out I.N.I. flavor peace | |
| Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo | |
| I.N.I. | |
| Grap Luva on the beat | |
| Sure sounds complete | |
| And my name is Pete | |
| And we out til' next week | |
| Peace |