Текст песни Black Moon f Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-W - U Da Man
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[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]What, here comes the muthafuckin 5Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy9-19, I believeWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeveThen I call my man ReelsThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drillsAlways keep the nine cockedJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lockCaught a nigga from a chinNow 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 invasionBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days andBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasionWanna flex next, swing one, that`s all she wroteGet the point to the joint, now you`re bendin for the soapLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanishI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I`m SpanishChill, lay low, I`m throwin headcracks in celoNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kiloMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick itGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick itRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crackBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I`m out, black[ CHORUS (2X) ]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the manNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weaponsWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protectionYou know the deal, nowadays shit is realKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chillCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busyFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin PhillyPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violatedA rhyme ain`t a rhyme if it ain`t crime-relatedI`m bustin raps like a nigga bustin capsI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin factsStompin niggaz out with my black TimbsLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbsA slug in the brain cause you tried to shamYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward[ VERSE 4: Tek ]I`m with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic AvThree blunts still plus there`s weed in the stashTimb boots flop as the l gets sparkedPlay the ( ? ) from the street, it`s flames movin in the darkI`ve had it up to here with y`all weak-ass rappersBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun ClappazThe name`s Smif-N-Wessun and we`re representin lovelySmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob meAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flatIt`s time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck thatTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R`sYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scarsYou pussy ( ? ) bwoy, ( ? ) watch where ya standSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who`s the man[ CHORUS (2X) ]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the manNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man[ VERSE 5: Steele ]These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no questionRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-WessunThe boy`s crazy, boys roll Mobb DeepBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeatBits and pieces when I release the boomThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroomNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ockI 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 meLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em knowAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wickedNever hesitate to ( ? ) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, seeStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irieMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di micYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sightTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-laceLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who placeSide up and up, side up and up, blackYo chill, parlay, god, they ain`t ready for thatThey ain`t ready for thatEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, whyHey yo word up, kidThat`s not that bullshitWord, hahaha[ CHORUS (4X) ]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the manNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man