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Step Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Step Up fue publicado el 2 de junio de 2003 por BBE Music como parte del álbum Konexion
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ÁlbumKonexion
Fecha de lanzamiento2 de junio de 2003
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
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Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bumpy Knuckles
Bumpy Knuckles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James F. Campbell
James F. Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beatbanga
Beatbanga
Producer

Letras

Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
If you step up you get hurt
How can you not get into me, Bumpy's a hot entity
I bust through doors without the key
Stand behind them 4's like I'm a 3
You sing them songs, you wanna rock, your beats ain't really bumpin'
I take my hustle to your block with stock and peel me somethin'
I'm like a prophet, when I invest I like a profit
You come shorter than my order B, I got to pop it
Can't let no chump ass rapper stand in
My face and beef 'cause I'll clap ya
Better not show them teeth 'fore I slap ya
Put your hands up I'll clap ya
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
If you step up you get hurt
My hustle is the music business
Where 60 seconds make a difference
Where the mainstream Caucasian digitize old equipment
Where old played out singers and half ass rappers
Take route to the radio, make Kunta die faster
I'm Bumpy Funkmaster and all that ride with him
'Cause when them two techs get to cookin', y'all get fried with 'em
Send your hottest little rapper, I'll out spit him
Like I ate pork by mistake, I'm New York, never fake
Street fiends can't wait, Bumpy baked another cake
Message to the N.Y.P.D., fuck Jake
To every gangsta rapper, pay close attention
I'm takin' you to the rooftop, you lookin' at suspension, baby
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
If you step up you get hurt
I keep it in the street, blood, I live among scandal
I'll pistol whip you on the ball court, show you mad handle
And when the police show up, I'll slip 'em like sandal
So you can do what women do, and I can do what man do
I'm pistol abusive, huh, it's not propaganda
What's sad is I got money, and I'll still 40 grand ya
To all the white boy rappers, I'll tan ya
You might have to pray to make it that
Day, 'cause I'll bring the hammer
One day I'll clean my life up, and be a normal guy
That'll clap you in a Bill Blass suit and a formal tie
So tell your ears to warn your eye
That Bumpy got you on his list of things to do, so you're gonna die
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
Step up if you wanna get hurt
If you step up you get hurt
Written by: James F. Campbell
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