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(feat. King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G.) |
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[Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover] |
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Who's the man (yea, yea) |
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Who's the man (check this out) |
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Who's the man (four niggas) |
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Who's the man (four distinct styles) |
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Who's the man (once more East Coast) |
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Who's the man (shit) |
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Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there) |
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Who's the man (you better recognize) |
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[Verse One: Ed Lover] |
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POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid |
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Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard |
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Drinkin' that Shaolin tank slang I'm blastin' |
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The way a record but still kept the plastic |
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Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered |
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Lyin' gives me pleasure so therefore I'm fastin' |
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OOOH NO just can't help |
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So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho! |
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Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go |
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If ya didn't already, act like ya know |
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Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe |
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Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door |
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But before I go please say I'm your choice |
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My AT & T but your truuuue voice |
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Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis |
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Row row my boat through the channels of Vene |
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ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila |
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To cure, to cure, I'm diggin that Layla |
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Hathaway, can we get away pretty |
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Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy |
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Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem |
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I'm outta here, uh |
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You suckers get demolished |
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[Chorus:] |
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Who's the man [x5] |
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Who's the man (next up) |
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Who's the man (I believe that's me) |
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Who's the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free) |
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[Verse Two: King Just] |
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Yo I'm the man, who made me the man that I am? |
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What motherfucking part you ain't understandin'? |
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I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy |
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I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee |
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Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama |
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Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma |
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The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track |
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And now it's on like that |
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I react, like the Juice I get loose |
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Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roof |
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Poof presto chango, rearrange ya |
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Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple demented |
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45 King put the swing in the thing |
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And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring |
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Swing, just like Tarzan |
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(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Todd One] |
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Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man? |
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Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can |
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It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo |
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Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo |
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Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt |
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Time to push your luck |
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Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck |
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And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches |
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Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches |
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But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B |
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So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin', see |
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All that other shit is deaf and mute |
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Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot |
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Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on a loot scheme |
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Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that's my new theme |
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Todd One's little niggas got flavour |
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If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbour |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.] |
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What's up y'all, whatcha gotta say |
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Big smoke chronic all day, all day |
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Split MC's that's a lesson like George Jefferson |
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Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me |
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Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph's neck |
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Cause he kept on beggin' for shit |
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Now Big keep on wreckin' the shit |
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And the chronic (cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin' shit |
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Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch |
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And if ya don't know, now ya know my flow |
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Y'all pick like an Afro, wet like soooo blo |
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Toe to toe niggas can't match |
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Bullets all catch up in your necks and your backs |
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So Little Ceeese, pass the lot please |
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Give honey a pillow, she ain't got the scuffed up knees |
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I'm the killa, no one gets illa |
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Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror, uh |
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[Chorus] |
