Tek - U Da Man lyrics

[Verse One: 5ft. Excellerator] What, here comes the muthaf**in 5 Pa** the 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 co*ked Just in case a n***a feels an appetite for some nice lead lock Caught a n***a from a chin Now his a** is in, hit the preach cause he said it was a sin [Verse Two: Big Dru Ha ] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and back I'm down 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 b**h, f** a b**h real quick, then I vanish I always get the p**y cause I tell em that I'm Spanish Chill, lay low, I'm throwin' headcracks in cec-lo n***as 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 [Hook (2X)] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man Now you the man, now you the muthaf**in man Verse Three: [Havoc] n***as 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 sh** is real Kid, I had it up to here, muthaf**as better chill Cause on the block, yes kid, we get busy Front on my crew and get bust open like a f**in Phillie Punk muthaf**ers on the mic get violated A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related I'm bustin raps like a n***a bustin caps I grab the mic, co*k it back and kick the f**in' facts Stompin' n***as out with my black Timbs Leavin n***as crippled with artificial limbs A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham You thought you was the man, you f**in' coward [Verse Four: Tek] I'm with my ill n***as troopin' down Atlantic Ave Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash Timb boots flop as the L gets sparked Play the shouts from the street, it's flames movin' in the dark I've had it up to here with y'all weak-a** rappers Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin' lovely Smif draws the 4-5th if you punks try to rub me And I got his back, leave your body lyin' flat It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, f** that Timberlands bootin' up the a** of A&R's You gettin surgery tryin' to cover up the scars You p**y old bwoy, bett'r watch where ya stand Smif-N-Wessun comin', lettin' you know who's the man [Hook (2X)] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man Now you the man, now you the muthaf**in man [Verse Five: Steele] These n***as 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 Bringin' 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 rubber room Now I rock with Buckshot, what the f**, ock I got 'nuff props so you can get the fat co*k [Verse Six: 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 big up a 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 n***a Screwface tie your shoe-lace Let my n***a Ba** 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 bullsh** Word, hahaha [Hook (4X)] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man Now you the man, now you the muthaf**in man