Bun B - I Am The Man lyrics

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Bun B - I Am The Man lyrics

[Chorus] I am the man, I am the man [4X] [B.o.B] Geah; up in this booth, so let me introduce Myself to all the haters that debate on what I do Yeah, they in my face but I fade away and shoot I - beat up the basket that's the way I do Yuh! Just like a bottle of vodka, I'm Absolut The proof is in the product, I'm hotter, and that's the truth I squish the competition with the bottom of my shoe But competition is none, so what am I to do? And I was worth it, yeah - since they birthed me But now I've murdered these verses put 'em in hearses I, ate all the food on my plate but I am thirsty From open mics, the flashing lights, I learned it And what I learned is the game ain't for certain So I live my life, I ain't worried While I fly my high behind curtains [Chorus] [OJ Da Juiceman] Down South hustlin, came up from nothin Trap in the apartment, with a controlled substance Livin with my momma, 'til I got busted Down on my dick, maybe start back hustlin Moto' crack workin, so I'm bailin money Sick cell phone, distributin to the junkies McDonald trap got me gettin to the money Turn the warm water then I count up the hundreds Murder by trap, hand it down for the zombie One trap car and it was mainly for the junkie Been a damn man ever since I was a young'n Blue color chain like it came from Yonkers Candy colored j**elry like my name was Willy Wonka Came to the club, truck tall like a Tonka [Chorus] [Bun B] I, am the man, makin jumbo Keep the game hot like a big pot of gumbo Do dumb sh**, but don't be thinkin that I'm dum, bro Watch what you say, I hear it all like I'm Dumbo You say you wanna rumble? Is your dumb ho? Toe to toe you're bound to stutter or stumble Take your tough talk down to a mumble It ain't goin down in my house, like Mutumbo But it's definitely an honor To light your scaff' up for the money like I'm a brawner Brother, brother I consider it a pleasure To break you down to minimum measure, just for the leasure (The leasure?) Oh sh**, my bad, I mean the leisure Forgot who I was talkin to like I got amnesia Damn, back on the track again, the mack is back again Get the word out to them boys and tell 'em pack it in [Chorus]