Step On Up

Album cover art for "Step On Up" by Crucified & Mr. Tex & Strife Abaddon & Codyne

Crucified & Mr. Tex & Strife Abaddon & Codyne - Rap

Step On Up

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[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown [Verse 1 - Crucified] Cannibal shit on my mind, one of a kind, tell 'em it's over, they're blind Give me some wine, then I'ma get to the murder of syllables, chop up the line Get 'em in time, hurry up, don't wanna take too long, murder them, leave it, I'm fine Gonna get high, look at them tripping, I spray all the juice all up into the sky All for my cause, get 'em all up like penthouse, we finna be killing 'em all They gonna fall, so thinkin' of murder then crumplin' bitches who did it all wrong Look at the souls; I chop 'em to pieces, I'm fast enough killing ya jaw Murderers, nobody move, betting alone he could fall Get all the money, I sever the body, can't swindle my money, I tell him he's caught Then if somebody gets some money here, well I'm ripping your spine then I'm finna go drop! Cock my shit then I take your life With a big surprise, well I might, it's your fault! Flossin' and all, bust cars full of raw Box 'em and toss all the bodies abroad Floss on ya loss, chopper choppin' it up Fuck the bitch talking shit, kill him, droppin' a bomb Monster in charge, step wit ya heat Spit any words, be dead by the beat Sign in my eyes, I could shred you in sleep Like the dead of the night with no lights, I'll be creep Watch yourself fall, don't step, try to leap That's how you get caught up by the team Call up on me, with the bong I will chief With my "blow 'em down" style brang along, better breathe [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown [Verse 2 - Mr. Tex] Cursed with the bad luck on my back Imprisoned in my own fuckin' mind I'm one of a kind, bustin' these rhymes Just so I can shine Angels in the nighttime, who could it be? I don't really know, could it be after me? On my thug ass family The ones who creep in the streets All my nigga's going in suite's, on the corner Slanging them drugs, pushing his weight Like a big mac truck, white by the load Bet the hell up out of my way Before my lyrical assassinators get you, knock off your position homie I be twistin' and turning, smokin' this good, it's understood, play of the year Making these million dollar moves, on the block, this right here i can't be stopped Too many haters after me, could it be the devil or my enemies? Am i doing good? Am i doing bad I don't really know where I be at Could it be heaven or could it be hell? Don't understand my path, i'm mad Ratatat-tat, on the damn po-po It's a missin' chance, wreckin' these flows Breakin' these minds and fuckin' these hoes Lungs full of smoke, keep it like a trap Jumpin' over brother's so i can get away If you want gun play, that's all day Diamonds on my tooth, yeah i'm colder than the damn north pole So what you gotta say, huh? [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown [Verse 3 - Strife Abaddon] In my ride, pull up homie, by grave Crucified will have it easy, boutta make 'em stay Never crush their heads, makin' moves in this gang Toward the organisation, throw 'em off the plane Mistaken the Strife for the maid, is you joke? We can choke in front of that little fat bitch You hoping the sinner's gon' murk you through bitches you flirt to It's on when you step in my ritual, sir They think that we're the gang, you pre-mistaken Hit the ground, the beam has shot the crucifixes on their greasy devil shit You would have got the spec, i'm funky Cuz a microphone my chosen weapon, burn it up with all this flow Jerking with this homie's, perfect, now i'ma creep a solo (poof) They're hangin' out the window, fear a kinda flow within it You running off it? He threw a crime past beeping See you through the limbs, bro you fear to before me King destroy your brain, terror, the people you speak up on but i forward you Don't hit me through, you better love me Until his mothers to cycle to write my records From the people who care, my action's flow sparking in coke This is how you should react though Did you like? Wasn't on my to-do list, bitch I'm on a dillo with the people, nigga, sign the paper In my thought's so you resist-st-st it's cool this bitch Look at me now, the leader, know when you'll need morbid heaters I cope with shit, who try to step up before the info begin I hit the gas, fuck a chase for, we never speakin' Put the mic to your head, bro you speak in sec And if you didn't know hoe, tell them where's you at And my homie's hit the homie down to hit the ground So who can 9-0 fillers slap him and then tell me what is next missin' Message rip him so his mothers on the desk slippin' [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown [Verse 4 - Codyne] Hop in the whip, drop the bloody knife Bodybag zipped, bleeding from the windpipe Automatic clip hit him in the hip, in the chest Straight through the vest in the middle of the night Went to the crib yeah gotta reload Before midnight hits, i'm gonna kill one more Just need my favorite weapons and a bottle of Jack And that fuckin' bitch took my heart, there ain't no going back Intoxicated and raging, i murder people who hating We steady trippin' slow, he slippin' while i'm drowning and fading Modern psychedelic, and then take the living hellish And the deaths i felt are relish, makin' motherfuckers jealous Take a trip into the wicked site devilish intensify Leavin' motherfuckers in the cup while my spirit rise Flyin' by yeah, there goes my soul That must be why Codyne so cold Sit back, still strapped Automatic weapon with the black finna gat If a motherfucker diss me i'm gonna leave him 6 feet Stoner wait, that's who the kings of the twist beat So gone and i ain't coming back To the chrome on my face and i'm in a bloodbath Tell my critic's that they don't like that They can press fast-forward till they hear the next track Cock my shit, step on up War machine i show no love With no hesitation, buck you down a fuckin' pavement Ride a strap and never naked, making sure I don't get taken I refuse with me to go by friend or foe Got machetes, you ain't ready for the Codyne show From the start of it then holla's motherfucker Hoping everybody suffer then I left about a year ago [Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown Jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em down Bu–bu–buck 'em down, buck 'em- Jump over the–jump over the fence, rush to the cut Cock my shit, step on up Bu–buck 'em down, down to the ground Chase that with some fucking Crown

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Credits

Writers
  • Crucified
  • Mr. Tex
  • Strife Abaddon
  • Codyne