Lyrics Step To Dis - Master P , Dig
Whassup
man?
I
think
you
need
to
back
up
off
me
brah
Cause
right
now,
I′m
not
feelin
too
good
And
I
have
a
attitude
problem
You
might
push
that
button
to
strike
that
nerve
So
you
need
to
just
go
'head
on
and
back
up
WHICH
ONE
OF
YOU
WENCHES
SCRATCHED
MY
600??!
Y′all
don't
wanna
step
to
dis,
hah,
whut?
(repeat
4X)
I
used
to
check
domes,
now
it's
platinum
over
chrome
Surveillance
in
my
home,
but
they
still
tappin
my
phone
See
I′m
the
thug
of
the
century
Cause
I
done
laid
it
down
From
the
streets
to
overseas
to
penitentiary
We
got
beef,
diss
3rd
Ward
and
get
the
soldiers
I
represent
the
3rd
Ward
Callio′
I
thought
I
told
ya
See
the
eyes
of
the
tiger
in
my
blood
Ask
TLC,
am
I
a
motherfuckin
scrub?
We
attack
from
the
back
whether
it's
a
Jag
or
some
cat
I′m
all
about
my
scratch
--
you
get
that?
(hahah)
See
nuttin
don't
last
forever
But
Only
God
Can
Judge
Me,
cause
I′m
down
to
do
whatever
Y'all
don′t
wanna
step
to
dis,
hah,
whut?
(repeat
4X)
Soldiers
make
some
noise
(HOODY
HOO)
whassup,
where
you
at?
All
my
thugs
in
the
front
and
all
my
thugs
in
the
back
See
I'm
a
soldier
for
life
and
that's
real
I
keep
it
trill
Body
full
of
tattoos
and
a
motherfuckin
gold
grill
I
like
my
Henn
and
my
trees
cause
I′m
a
baller
Can
I
really
hoop?
Fool,
ask
Vince
Carter
Six
million
on
top,
now
y′all
suckers
pop
When
I
close
down
shop,
don't
make
me
get
the
Glock
From
the
South
to
the
East,
give
it
up
And
from
the
West
to
the
North
we
bout
to
tear
the
fuckin
club
up
(UNNNNNNNNGGGH)
Lotta
players
wanna
serve
me
Cause
I′m
the
ghetto
Bill
Gates
but
I'm
legit,
ya
heard
me??
Y′all
don't
wanna
step
to
dis,
hah,
whut?
(repeat
4X)
Here
come
dem
boys
out
the
bricks,
a-lil-daddy
whassup
You
say
you
bout
trigger
play,
now
show
me
that
you
a
thug
I
ain′t
wit
that
mouthin
off,
I'm
out
spillin
your
blood
Mess
around
if
you
wanna
box,
gon'
stay
in
the
mud
No
Limit
soldiers
known
for
bustin
it
up
Better
tell
him
it′s
real,
we
be
tossin
it
up
So
if
you
step
to
these
soldiers
I
think
you
better
show
some
love
Cause
we
99
strong,
and
we
nuttin
but
thugs
And
pistols
bein
cocked
at
all
times
And
when
you
run
up
you
gon′
fall
down
Cause
I'ma
hit
you
with
the
heat
and
make
you
calm
down
You
ain′t
ready
to
go
to
war
with
a
real
soldier
So
don't
step
to
me
fool,
cause
the
game
is
over
Y′all
don't
wanna
step
to
dis,
hah,
whut?
(repeat
8X)
Album
Only God Can Judge Me
1 Only God Can Judge Me
2 Ghetto Prayer
3 Step To Dis
4 Return of Da Don
5 Boonapalist
6 Where Do We Go From Here
7 Stop Playing Wit Me
8 Ghetto In the Sky
9 Ain't Nothing Changed
10 Commercial
11 Oh Na Nae
12 Y'all Don't Want None
13 Life Ain't Easy
14 Nobody Moves
15 Da Ballers
16 Crazy Bout Ya
17 Intro To Get Yo Mind Right
18 Get Yo Mind Right
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