Текст песни Black Moon - U Da Man

Enta Da Stage
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Black Moon
Альбом: Enta Da Stage
Длительность: 04:24
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[Verse One: 5ft. Excellerator] What, here comes the muthafuckin 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 cocked Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock Caught a nigga from a chin Now his ass 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 bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish Chill, lay low, I'm throwin' headcracks in cec-lo Niggas 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 muthafuckin man Verse Three: [Havoc] Niggas 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 shit is real Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill Cause on the block, yes kid, we get busy Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Phillie Punk muthafuckers on the mic get violated A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin' facts Stompin' niggas out with my black Timbs Leavin niggas crippled with artificial limbs A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham You thought you was the man, you fuckin' coward [Verse Four: Tek] I'm with my ill niggas 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 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, fuck that Timberlands bootin' up the ass of A&R's You gettin surgery tryin' to cover up the scars You pussy 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 muthafuckin man [Verse Five: Steele] These niggas 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 fuck, ock I got 'nuff props so you can get the fat cock [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
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