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ntro: 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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S.W.S - R.I.P.!!! (part. 1)
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Artist: A+
Album: Hempsted High
Song: Enjoy Yourself
Typed by: GoodFelia@aol.com, dj.flash@pobox.com
Enjoy Yourself..
9-8, get it straight
Yo, yes yes y'all steady playin the wall
Too young to sip alcohol at the bar
I'm ready to jet, girls actin bourgeoise
Yo Kedar, let me hold the keys to the car
I'm in front of the club tryin to bag a chick
Tryin to get five of em, cuz the whip seat six
Feelin aight, chrome lookin real tight
Watch the moonlight bounce off the pearl white
Word money, I earn money just to burn money
I'm tryin to get this federal reserve money
There's two type of artists, expert and novice
Expert always hit the mark of they target
Chorus:
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself with me
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself with me
You gotta enjoy yourself... cmon
I have the baddest foundation ever established
Me and my team bubble like Alka Seltzer tablets
Don't sleep, when its time to creep
A little pimp like me will crawl underneath
It takes alot more than word to move me
I don't give a P-H-U-K what you say
Actin all wild, unprofession-al
Who got beef, I knock teeth out ya smile
My lyrical lubricant keeps the crowd movin
You get booed when your stage show needs improvment
So if you wanna see A+ the artist
You gotta Western Union me a key grand deposit
While that cats out there steady kickin garbage
Girls steady sayin, look I can see who the God is
You can't harm me or stop me
even on a poor quality bootleg cassette copy
Chorus
Yo yo yo, take ya time, make up ya mind
The dime pieces love the diamonds and the shine
Real friends never fall in love
Stealin my heart, is like stealin a car with The Club
Nevertheless I get an occasional crush
Say some romantic stuff to make you wanna blush
Girls in all flavors, no matter what they race is
Rhymes amazin, makin Craig Mack faces
Take em back to the lab and touch three bases
Take my time, don't wanna catch no rape cases
Kiss her on the forehead and say goodnight
A+ y'all, and I'm out like three strikes
Chorus
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