Man's World - Explicit Version with Album Interlude Lyrics
| Song | Man's World - Explicit Version with Album Interlude |
| Artist | Nature |
| Album | For All Seasons |
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| (james brown sample) "this is a man's world!" | |
| Verse 1： | |
| Lies and rumors, money and hoes | |
| It's the world that i'm attached to, the world that i know | |
| Influential, never stable in the mental | |
| But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into | |
| I'll bleed for the craft if i have to, think rational | |
| Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food | |
| Tatoo a dead man's name on my arm | |
| I'm a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms | |
| Everyday i watch a player get robbed, player get popped | |
| I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops | |
| In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar | |
| Niggas tried all that other shit and whats the use god? | |
| For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist | |
| Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids | |
| We get it on, and contradict livin' long | |
| Though the clock will still tic when you gone. | |
| Chorus | |
| (this is a man's world!) | |
| Now if you a man be a man (you need a plan) | |
| If you fall (i'ma put you on your feet again) | |
| When you starve (i'ma show you how to eat again) | |
| And through it all (i'll show you how to be a friend) | |
| Now when you in charge be in charge (you need a squad) | |
| If you bored (i'ma show you how to be involved) | |
| I give 'em more (niggas know they can't see the god) | |
| I can't believe it god (i gotta eat or starve) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Keep the livest image, high percentage | |
| Four in the mornin', | |
| Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage | |
| Convicts turnin' confident | |
| Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways | |
| Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede | |
| Bottles mo' proof | |
| For all the problems that a nigga go through | |
| It's forever real | |
| 'cause some scars can never heal | |
| I'd rather throw the cards in and pray i get a better deal | |
| Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey's | |
| My duns up in the pens ya'll need to write me | |
| Street cadets, alias names and re-arrests | |
| It doesn't take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress | |
| We make moves or get caught for the loot | |
| Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit | |
| Gettin' chips from an alternate route | |
| But the same breed | |
| It's been twenty-somethin' years now, | |
| I'm still lookin' for the same dream. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| In my world police recognize names | |
| Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain | |
| You know the motto | |
| We live for today, there's no tomorrow | |
| We're only makin' time for the hoes that swallow | |
| **** a role model, i need therapy | |
| Seven nights out the week i jump out my sleep breathin' heavily | |
| Keep my head up, only the strong survive | |
| Livin' in a man's world, still belongs to a tribe | |
| Took the family along for the ride | |
| Watch 'em eat | |
| Now i'm movin' with the same cats that'll rock me to sleep | |
| Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise | |
| 'cause some niggas 'll talk shit and play close to the sides | |
| While i call the shots | |
| And stay supportin' the block | |
| We livin' above the law until all of it stops | |
| I still open doors, a thug nigga overall | |
| And if you ain't know then black man go for yours. | |
| Chorus 'till fade... |
| james brown sample " this is a man' s world!" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Lies and rumors, money and hoes | |
| It' s the world that i' m attached to, the world that i know | |
| Influential, never stable in the mental | |
| But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into | |
| I' ll bleed for the craft if i have to, think rational | |
| Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food | |
| Tatoo a dead man' s name on my arm | |
| I' m a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms | |
| Everyday i watch a player get robbed, player get popped | |
| I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops | |
| In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar | |
| Niggas tried all that other shit and whats the use god? | |
| For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist | |
| Rep the bridge, where everything' s foul except the kids | |
| We get it on, and contradict livin' long | |
| Though the clock will still tic when you gone. | |
| Chorus | |
| this is a man' s world! | |
| Now if you a man be a man you need a plan | |
| If you fall i' ma put you on your feet again | |
| When you starve i' ma show you how to eat again | |
| And through it all i' ll show you how to be a friend | |
| Now when you in charge be in charge you need a squad | |
| If you bored i' ma show you how to be involved | |
| I give ' em more niggas know they can' t see the god | |
| I can' t believe it god i gotta eat or starve | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Keep the livest image, high percentage | |
| Four in the mornin', | |
| Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage | |
| Convicts turnin' confident | |
| Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways | |
| Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede | |
| Bottles mo' proof | |
| For all the problems that a nigga go through | |
| It' s forever real | |
| ' cause some scars can never heal | |
| I' d rather throw the cards in and pray i get a better deal | |
| Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey' s | |
| My duns up in the pens ya' ll need to write me | |
| Street cadets, alias names and rearrests | |
| It doesn' t take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress | |
| We make moves or get caught for the loot | |
| Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit | |
| Gettin' chips from an alternate route | |
| But the same breed | |
| It' s been twentysomethin' years now, | |
| I' m still lookin' for the same dream. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| In my world police recognize names | |
| Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain | |
| You know the motto | |
| We live for today, there' s no tomorrow | |
| We' re only makin' time for the hoes that swallow | |
| a role model, i need therapy | |
| Seven nights out the week i jump out my sleep breathin' heavily | |
| Keep my head up, only the strong survive | |
| Livin' in a man' s world, still belongs to a tribe | |
| Took the family along for the ride | |
| Watch ' em eat | |
| Now i' m movin' with the same cats that' ll rock me to sleep | |
| Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise | |
| ' cause some niggas ' ll talk shit and play close to the sides | |
| While i call the shots | |
| And stay supportin' the block | |
| We livin' above the law until all of it stops | |
| I still open doors, a thug nigga overall | |
| And if you ain' t know then black man go for yours. | |
| Chorus ' till fade... |
| james brown sample " this is a man' s world!" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Lies and rumors, money and hoes | |
| It' s the world that i' m attached to, the world that i know | |
| Influential, never stable in the mental | |
| But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into | |
| I' ll bleed for the craft if i have to, think rational | |
| Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food | |
| Tatoo a dead man' s name on my arm | |
| I' m a thug in the street thats still afraid of his moms | |
| Everyday i watch a player get robbed, player get popped | |
| I try to drink the pain away and pray that it stops | |
| In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar | |
| Niggas tried all that other shit and whats the use god? | |
| For the paper nature takes it too far, perfectionist | |
| Rep the bridge, where everything' s foul except the kids | |
| We get it on, and contradict livin' long | |
| Though the clock will still tic when you gone. | |
| Chorus | |
| this is a man' s world! | |
| Now if you a man be a man you need a plan | |
| If you fall i' ma put you on your feet again | |
| When you starve i' ma show you how to eat again | |
| And through it all i' ll show you how to be a friend | |
| Now when you in charge be in charge you need a squad | |
| If you bored i' ma show you how to be involved | |
| I give ' em more niggas know they can' t see the god | |
| I can' t believe it god i gotta eat or starve | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Keep the livest image, high percentage | |
| Four in the mornin', | |
| Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage | |
| Convicts turnin' confident | |
| Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways | |
| Love my timberlands, cinnamon suede | |
| Bottles mo' proof | |
| For all the problems that a nigga go through | |
| It' s forever real | |
| ' cause some scars can never heal | |
| I' d rather throw the cards in and pray i get a better deal | |
| Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifey' s | |
| My duns up in the pens ya' ll need to write me | |
| Street cadets, alias names and rearrests | |
| It doesn' t take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress | |
| We make moves or get caught for the loot | |
| Wild niggas on the block look for more to recruit | |
| Gettin' chips from an alternate route | |
| But the same breed | |
| It' s been twentysomethin' years now, | |
| I' m still lookin' for the same dream. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| In my world police recognize names | |
| Know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain | |
| You know the motto | |
| We live for today, there' s no tomorrow | |
| We' re only makin' time for the hoes that swallow | |
| a role model, i need therapy | |
| Seven nights out the week i jump out my sleep breathin' heavily | |
| Keep my head up, only the strong survive | |
| Livin' in a man' s world, still belongs to a tribe | |
| Took the family along for the ride | |
| Watch ' em eat | |
| Now i' m movin' with the same cats that' ll rock me to sleep | |
| Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise | |
| ' cause some niggas ' ll talk shit and play close to the sides | |
| While i call the shots | |
| And stay supportin' the block | |
| We livin' above the law until all of it stops | |
| I still open doors, a thug nigga overall | |
| And if you ain' t know then black man go for yours. | |
| Chorus ' till fade... |
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