Step out, step up Ain't no work by me stepped on Baby mother had herself a baby boy Kid got him step son, step one She is who you think she ain't He ain't who you think she is Just a rebound you play paint Chicago put that on they kids Back to my ole baby mother That my sister That my brother That's my son just 'cause my color All my homies doing bids Fuck that I got life to live I ain't raisin' shit but mine Fuck that young boy, he'll be fine Someone get that kid a nine (he's only ten) Shit so was I Now somehow become a man You better not fucking die You better not fucking die Back to your regularly scheduled programming Sorry for the interruption Sorry for the interruption (damn, damn) Sorry for the interruption Sorry for the interruption (damn) Back to your regularly scheduled programming Sorry for the interruption Sorry for the interruption (damn, damn) Sorry for the interruption Sorry for the interruption