Verse 1 MC Serch
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In the heat of the night I step swift
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jettin to the spot that got the most gift
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a who to do sittin in my drum loop
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pistol loaded and I'm ready to shoot
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see my gun is my tongue and it runs like a track star
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not much happening but I got a fast car
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e-x double vex and we're strong like sex
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cut the corner hit the next left
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reside to the westside a hole in the ground
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not paradise but a nice boomin sound
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party packed with nuff heads,
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some black, some white some hood and some dreads
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surround the club, with the dub that swayed em
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the remixed version of Steppin to the A.M.
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played the club like a crumb to the curb
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and this kid greased my palm and said word to the third
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Verse 2 Pete Nice
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You can flip my lip I throw joints out
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out the box I stop some for some doubt
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took you out last album I was steppin
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now your clickin on my gold disc and flippin
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on the third fly is fingers and Kev swab
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seven signs on the walls your your head bobs
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mouths will move to this you ain't through with this
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this ain't a suicide so why'd you grip your wrist
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I take a listen to the lyrics I formed up
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slidin in the green hornet as I warm it up
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cause the third is like a lyric dispenser
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for hire like Spencer but my trigger fingers tenser
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my sixth sense getting loopy as a Soloflex
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turn to soupy and ask which duck is next
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hookin phrases clauses nouns and verbs
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steppin off set it off it's word to the third
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Verse 3 MC Serch
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P-E-T-E and me now step to the back
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tracks are stacked the party dumb packed
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the sweat off my brow is glistening
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and in the dance hall not one kid missing
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a step while the non step don't step
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they chill on the side or reside to the left
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a mack daddy makin a move smooth
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whisper sweet nothings or something to soothe
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the savage beast at least get the number to the residence
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while you flash mad presidents
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crazy grants a few Jacksons
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grip got traction to show that your maxin
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but she ain't down with the bum rush
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and she better pick up moves off a lint brush
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so you got played word to Herb
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don't slip money grip its called word to the third
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Verse 4 Pete Nice
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As you move and your following the Serch-lite
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writing music up and fixin up the mix right
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some tight on the pockets and the being
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I see em jettin from the 3 and deep fleein
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Keyin up like a master lock picker
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figure that I stop cause I'm out quicker
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not Mr. Rogers I'm rollin with Mr. hood
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menace and doom not a friendly neighborhood
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as a crew it ain't only me myself
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just the third knocking fiction off the shelf
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make your moves on 33 1/3
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daddy rich cuttin records of spoken words
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rollin up like this cause I'm pissed
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you Serch what's the word oh yeah there it is
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or is it just a figure of speech Herb
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3rd bass puts in place the word of the third
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Word To The Third
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