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Doctor Dre & Ed Lover f/ King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G. Back Up Off Me!
Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover
Who`s the man (yea, yea) Who`s the man (check this out) Who`s the man (four niggas) Who`s the man (four distinct styles) Who`s the man (once more East Coast) Who`s the man (shit) Who`s the man (y`all feeling this out there) Who`s the man (you better recognize)
Verse One: Ed Lover
POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid Not Michael Jackson or the Ol` Dirty Bastard Drinkin` that Shaolin tank slang I`m blastin` The way a record but still kept the plastic Hurry up, with styles that I`ve mastered Lyin` gives me pleasure so therefore I`m fastin` OOOH NO just can`t help So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho! Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go If ya didn`t already, act like ya know Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe Peace, arrivederci, I`m out the door But before I go please say I`m your choice My AT & T but your truuuue voice Check it out I`m on Mista Dennis Row row my boat through the channels of Vene ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila To cure, to cure, I`m diggin that Layla Hathaway, can we get away pretty Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem I`m outta here, uh You suckers get demolished
Chorus:
Who`s the man (5 X) Who`s the man (next up) Who`s the man (I believe that`s me) Who`s the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free)
Verse Two: King Just
Yo I`m the man, who made me the man that I am? What motherfucking part you ain`t understandin`? I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee Girls want me, but I ain`t got no time for the drama Fuck them bitches, I`m the man slash comma The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track And now it`s on like that I react, like the Juice I get loose Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roof Poof presto chango, rearrange ya Straight from the mental of the Shaolin`s temple demented 45 King put the swing in the thing And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring Swing, just like Tarzan (Buh dah buh dah) I`m the motherfucking man
Chorus
Verse Three: Todd One
Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man? Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can It`s Todd ONE! Y`all know my stylo Sittin` in the back smokin` uh, shootin C-Lo Tryin` ta make a buck, tryin` to get some butt Time to push your luck Betta pecka women, all y`all get stuck And I`m dippin`, messin` with them bitches Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches But I be chillin` G, just like a villain B So when I rip it I be gettin` top billin`, see All that other shit is deaf and mute Because you can`t be the man if you ain`t got loot Gettin` money is the routine, I`m on a loot scheme Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that`s my new theme Todd One`s little niggas got flavour If I ain`t the man, then the man is my neighbour
Chorus
Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.
What`s up y`all, whatcha gotta say Big smoke chronic all day, all day Split MC`s that`s a lesson like George Jefferson Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn`t please me Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph`s neck Cause he kept on beggin` for shit Now Big keep on wreckin` the shit And the chronic (cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin` shit Castratin` like that Bobbitt bitch And if ya don`t know, now ya know my flow Y`all pick like an Afro, wet like soooo blo Toe to toe niggas can`t match Bullets all catch up in your necks and your backs So Little Ceeese, pass the lot please Give honey a pillow, she ain`t got the scuffed up knees I`m the killa, no one gets illa Who`s the man? I see him every morning in the mirror, uh
Chorus
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