, I'm the man, man, man, man, man, man, man Man, man, man, man, man, man, man I'm the man, man, man, man, man, man, man Man, man, man, man, man, man,
I'm the man (I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man) I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop I'm the man (I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man) I'm the
Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch
we go, got a gun, should I buck 'em on down Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy Wish and flesh? I'm
, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa I'm servin' these bitches daily I'm a black nigga
comin' Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money I'm
twenty two is no fun So let me play with me nine I'm steppin'with the Enterpri$e My only army brigade, and if I drop Then I just throw this like a hand
I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde, Gemini Look if you see me quiet Then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why I'm labeled a menace but I like it Destroy
no shorts, no losses, man Way down, way down I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word Downing my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to
bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out I
if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin'
Prodigy, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see
Vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggers I'm hot like, 'bout to start breaking you up I feel the earth's a little baller, niggaz shaking me up I'm
' on helmets, I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax, Funk comin' in stacks, bullets from gats, So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck, I'm
man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa C O's ain't whoa, P O's ain't whoa Play y'allself, I get the G I Joe D I C K riders ain't whoa I'll rip your torso
