Step By Step Lyrics - Method Man

[Method Man] 

This goes out 

to all the big head niggaz 

And all them big head bitches 

You know my steez-o 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic 

So you can't see the topic, condition combo 

Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo 

Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho 

Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween 

the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that 

Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak 

Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback 

is when I condemn men, to purgatory 

Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories 

in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner 

Blood stain on my track record, top gunner 

Chorus: Method Man 

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You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit 

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this 

Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip 

Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her 

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) 

Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit 

Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit 

[Method Man] 

Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender 

No retreat no surrender, head trauma 

Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor 

Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session 

With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section 

with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit 

E Double up dammit, Iron Lung 

flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know 

It's time that I take advantage, take command yo 

Cops caught me red-handed 

Blood On the Dance Floor 

or was it Michael Jackson 

Fuck it, time for some action 

Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening 

Photos 

Chorus 2X 

[Method Man] 

Before she get her back blown 

Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin 

Automate and keep it goin, right and exact 

Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan 

Jack Frost, leave em frozen 

Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan 

Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin 

At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision 

And split decision, tell your old folk 

and your children what I'm dealin 

Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain 

Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers 

Chorus 

This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz 

And all them big head bitches 

All them big head bitches