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  • feat. 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, it's 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, that's all she wrote Get the point to the joint, now you're 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 I'm Spanish Chill, lay low, I'm 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 I'm 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 ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related I'm 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 ] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked Play the ( ? ) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars You pussy ( ? ) bwoy, ( ? ) watch where ya stand Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's 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 boy's 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 ] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're 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 ain't ready for that They ain't ready for that Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why Hey yo word up, kid That's 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

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