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black moon - u da man lyrics

f/ big dru ha, havoc, smif-n-wessun
[ verse 1: 5ft. excellerator ]
what, here comes the m-th-f-ckin 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 c-cked
just in case a n-gg- feels an appet-te for some nice lead lock
caught a n-gg- from a chin
now his -ss 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 b-tch, f-ck a b-tch real quick, then i vanish
i always get the p-ssy cause i tell em that i’m spanish
chill, lay low, i’m throwin headcracks in celo
n-gg-z 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 m-th-f-ckin man

[ verse 3: havoc ]
n-gg-z 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-t is real
kid, i had it up to here, m-th-f-ckas better chill
cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
front on my crew and get bust open like a f-ckin philly
punk m-th-f-ckas on the mic get violated
a rhyme ain’t a rhyme if it ain’t crime-related
i’m bustin raps like a n-gg- bustin caps
i grab the mic, c-ck it back and kick the f-ckin facts
stompin n-gg-z out with my black timbs
leavin n-gg-z crippled with artificial limbs
a slug in the brain cause you tried to sham
you thought you was the man, you f-ckin coward

[ verse 4: tek ]
i’m with my ill n-gg-z 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–ss 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, f-ck that
timberlands bootin up the -ss of a&r’s
you gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars
you p-ssy (? ) 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 m-th-f-ckin man

[ verse 5: steele ]
these n-gg-z 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 f-ck, ock
i got nuff props so you can get the fat c-ck

[ 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 n-gg- screwface how you shoe-lace
let my n-gg- b-ss 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 n-body wan die, why

hey yo word up, kid
that’s not that bullsh-t
word, hahaha

[ chorus (4x) ]
now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
now you the man, now you the m-th-f-ckin man

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