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    U Da Man

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun
    [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
    What, here comes the muthafuckin 5
    Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy
    9-19, I believe
    When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve
    Then I call my man Reels
    Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills
    Always keep the nine cocked
    Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
    Caught a nigga from a chin
    Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin
    [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]
    Well, its the ill Caucasian, check the invasion
    Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and
    Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
    Wanna flex next, swing one, thats all she wrote
    Get the point to the joint, now youre bendin for the soap
    Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish
    I always get the pussy cause I tell em that Im Spanish
    Chill, lay low, Im throwin headcracks in celo
    Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
    Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it
    Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it
    Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack
    Big Dru Ha puffin lye and Im out, black
    [ CHORUS (2X) ]
    Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
    Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man
    [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]
    Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons
    When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection
    You know the deal, nowadays shit is real
    Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill
    Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
    Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly
    Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated
    A rhyme aint a rhyme if it aint crime-related
    Im bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps
    I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts
    Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs
    Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs
    A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham
    You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward
    [ VERSE 4: Tek ]
    Im with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av
    Three blunts still plus theres weed in the stash
    Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked
    Play the ( ? ) from the street, its flames movin in the dark
    Ive had it up to here with yall weak-ass rappers
    Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
    The names Smif-N-Wessun and were representin lovely
    Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me
    And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat
    Its time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that
    Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&Rs
    You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars
    You pussy ( ? ) bwoy, ( ? ) watch where ya stand
    Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know whos the man
    [ CHORUS (2X) ]
    Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
    Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man
    [ VERSE 5: Steele ]
    These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
    Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun
    The boys crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep
    Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat
    Bits and pieces when I release the boom
    These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom
    Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
    I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock
    [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]
    Ive got 1, 2, 3, let me know if youre ready for me
    Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know
    About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked
    Never hesitate to ( ? ) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
    Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie
    Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
    You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight
    Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace
    Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place
    Side up and up, side up and up, black
    Yo chill, parlay, god, they aint ready for that
    They aint ready for that
    Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why
    Hey yo word up, kid
    Thats not that bullshit
    Word, hahaha
    [ CHORUS (4X) ]
    Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
    Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man
    [ U Da Man Lyrics ]
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