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Step Corrected
by MC Wild
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Step Corrected
Intro:
Don't hate yourself,
Elevate yourself.
All you fake ass b*tches, snake baby mamma's squeezing coins.
Hood rats, stupid ass b*tches,
Dafuq outta here!
You ain't even that fly!
Chorus:
If you steppin,
Check your weapon,
If you steppin,
step corrected.
If you steppin,
Check your weapon,
If you steppin,
Step corrected.
If you steppin,
Stack your weapon,
If you check in,
step corrected.
Verse 1:
Look up at the sky,
Don't tell me why,
It's just another passionate lie
Been tryin' to get it on, but people act like friends, but they all day pretend.
Been coming round here,
Try to make it crystal clear,
Make your soul disappear.
Never got back.
The right, the wrong,
Try to figure out, where's it at.
Nobody be doin' this s*it, because I know you mutha f*cka's want to try to do this s*it.
Just like me,
The W.I.L.D.
No time for impatience,
I'm coming here.
See I ,
Am I,
When I gotta stress, Mutha F*cka's I flaunt.
Hip Hop to the top, you can't stop this,
The anger in G,
will definitely rip right through thee.
I'm the assassin,
Blastin',
Not give a f*ck, that's the way it's gonna happen.
Stupid baby mamma's actin' a trip.
Don't give a f*ck, the b*tch was always a sinnin',
While I be sittin' here grinnin'.
Puffing a fat J,
To get that s*it stoned away,
Stay away,
Don't come around here, don't play,
I don't give a f*ck what your b*tches wanna say,
I ain't down with that,
You stupid ass shiesty b*tch, get the f*ck out with that.
Chorus ×1
Verse 2:
Think you need a sesedative,
to try to set it off.
Get crucified,
For the wrong vibe,
Looking for a place to lie,
I think you need to run and hide,
Mr Jekyll never meets Dr.Hyde,
B*tches like you need to check your pride,
Or better yet, street s*it sent to hood rats who pop you in your eye,
Why ask why?
That's that true.
Don't deny,
Pushing my button.
Makes my anger multiply,
Til one false move, then somebody has to die,
Sitting over there choking on your french fry,
Told you acting like a wise guy,
Makes you victim to the fly by,
Got you like, Boom Bitty Bye Bye.
F*ckin' with my intellect,
Chops to your neck,
Like Wu-Tang effects,
So now what's next?
Female:
You're late again,
You better have my money!
I had to cut my plans short,
I was at a spa you know?!
You know what?
You ain't s*it!
F*ck you mother f*cker!
F*ck your car,
F*ck your friends,
F*ck your b*tch!
You ain't seein' your daughter til I say.
Do what I say, b*tch ass mutherf*cker!
Your music ain't s*it,
Your momma ain't s*it,
Your daddy ain't s*it.
I work at a gym,
I have a career,
I'm special!!
Chorus
Get on out with that s*it,
For the next one it's game on,
to turn slicks into tricks,
Stupid ass b*tch, get on outta here with that s*it!
MC Wild..
Step Corrected
Intro:
Don't hate yourself,
Elevate yourself.
All you fake ass b*tches, snake baby mamma's squeezing coins.
Hood rats, stupid ass b*tches,
Dafuq outta here!
You ain't even that fly!
Chorus:
If you steppin,
Check your weapon,
If you steppin,
step corrected.
If you steppin,
Check your weapon,
If you steppin,
Step corrected.
If you steppin,
Stack your weapon,
If you check in,
step corrected.
Verse 1:
Look up at the sky,
Don't tell me why,
It's just another passionate lie
Been tryin' to get it on, but people act like friends, but they all day pretend.
Been coming round here,
Try to make it crystal clear,
Make your soul disappear.
Never got back.
The right, the wrong,
Try to figure out, where's it at.
Nobody be doin' this s*it, because I know you mutha f*cka's want to try to do this s*it.
Just like me,
The W.I.L.D.
No time for impatience,
I'm coming here.
See I ,
Am I,
When I gotta stress, Mutha F*cka's I flaunt.
Hip Hop to the top, you can't stop this,
The anger in G,
will definitely rip right through thee.
I'm the assassin,
Blastin',
Not give a f*ck, that's the way it's gonna happen.
Stupid baby mamma's actin' a trip.
Don't give a f*ck, the b*tch was always a sinnin',
While I be sittin' here grinnin'.
Puffing a fat J,
To get that s*it stoned away,
Stay away,
Don't come around here, don't play,
I don't give a f*ck what your b*tches wanna say,
I ain't down with that,
You stupid ass shiesty b*tch, get the f*ck out with that.
Chorus ×1
Verse 2:
Think you need a sesedative,
to try to set it off.
Get crucified,
For the wrong vibe,
Looking for a place to lie,
I think you need to run and hide,
Mr Jekyll never meets Dr.Hyde,
B*tches like you need to check your pride,
Or better yet, street s*it sent to hood rats who pop you in your eye,
Why ask why?
That's that true.
Don't deny,
Pushing my button.
Makes my anger multiply,
Til one false move, then somebody has to die,
Sitting over there choking on your french fry,
Told you acting like a wise guy,
Makes you victim to the fly by,
Got you like, Boom Bitty Bye Bye.
F*ckin' with my intellect,
Chops to your neck,
Like Wu-Tang effects,
So now what's next?
Female:
You're late again,
You better have my money!
I had to cut my plans short,
I was at a spa you know?!
You know what?
You ain't s*it!
F*ck you mother f*cker!
F*ck your car,
F*ck your friends,
F*ck your b*tch!
You ain't seein' your daughter til I say.
Do what I say, b*tch ass mutherf*cker!
Your music ain't s*it,
Your momma ain't s*it,
Your daddy ain't s*it.
I work at a gym,
I have a career,
I'm special!!
Chorus
Get on out with that s*it,
For the next one it's game on,
to turn slicks into tricks,
Stupid ass b*tch, get on outta here with that s*it!
MC Wild..
