U da Man lyrics

[Verse 1: 5ft]
What, here comes the muthaf*ckin' 5
Pass 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 c*cked
Just in case a n*gga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
Caught a n*gga from a chin
Now his ass is in, hit the preach 'cause he said it was 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
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*tch, f*ck a b*tch real quick, then I vanish
I always get the pus*y 'cause I tell 'em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin' headcracks in cee-lo
n*ggas 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]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man

[Verse 3: Havoc]
n*ggas 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, muthaf*ckas better chill
'Cause on the block, yes kid, we get busy
Front on my crew and get bust open like a f*ckin' Phillie
Punk muthaf*ckers on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
I'm bustin' raps like a n*gga bustin' caps
I grab the mic, c*ck it back and kick the f*ckin' facts
Stompin' n*ggas out with my black Timbs
Leavin' n*ggas 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*ggas 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-ass rappers
Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gunn 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*ck that
Timberlands bootin' up the ass of A&R's
You gettin' surgery tryin' to cover up the scars
You pus*y old bwoy, bett'r watch where ya stand
Smif-N-Wessun comin', lettin' you know who's the man
[Hook]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man

[Verse 5: Steele]
These n*ggas 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*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 it 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 affi shoot upon di mic
You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight
Taught by my n*gga Screwface, tie your shoelace
Let my n*gga Bass 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
[Interlude: Buckshot Shorty]
Hey yo word up, kid
That's not that bullsh*t
Word, hahaha

[Hook]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the muthaf*ckin' man