Who’s the Man

Lyrics

[Intro: Mark the 45 King, (Ed Lover)] Who's the man? (Yea, yea) Who's the man? (Check this out) Who's the man? (Four niggas) Who's the man? (Four distinct styles) Who's the man? (Once more, East Coast) Who's the man? (Shit) Who's the man? (Y'all feeling this out there?) Who's the man? (You better recognize!) [Verse 1: Ed Lover] POOOW! Look who stepped up the back, kid Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard Drinkin' that Shaolin Tang slang, I'm blastin' Threw away your record, but still kept the plastic Warrior – with styles that I've mastered Allah gives me blessings, so therefore I'm fastin' OOOH NO, just can't help – so heyyea, heyyea, heyyea, ho! Ya catch the flow, too late, I let it go If ya didn't already, act like ya know! Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door! But, before I go, please say I'm your choice Not AT&T but "Your True Voice" Check it out, I'm more Menace than Dennis Row, row my boat, through the channels of Venice–ZUELA! Hey, Popeye The Sailor! To cure, to cure, I'm diggin' that Lalah Hathaway, can we get away, sweetie? Run a hundred miles, as if my name was Speedy Gonzales! Peace out to Hollis I'm outta here, uh – you suckers get demolished [Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (Ed Lover), King Just] Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man? (Next up) Who's the man? (I believe that's me!) Who's the man (Well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free) [Verse 2: King Just] Yo, I'm the man; who made me the man that I am? What motherfucking part you ain't understand? I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama Fuck them bitches, I'm the man, slash comma, the horror Got my back – Ed and Dré put me on the track And now it's on like that! I react, like the Juice, I get loose Like one-fifty-one proof, and send a mutha off this roof Poof, presto-change-o, rearrange ya Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple Instrumental – 45 King put the swing in the thing And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring Swing, just like Tarzan ("Buh dah, buh dah!") I'm the motherfucking man [Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (King Just), & Todd 1] Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man? (Next up) Who's the man? (Yo, I believe that's me!) Who's the man? (Chill and let your S-T-Y-L-E run free) [Verse 3: Todd One] Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man? Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my steelo Sittin' in the back, smokin' UH!, shootin' cee-lo Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt Time to press your luck – Betta pick a winner, or you'll get stuck! In them ditches, messin' with them bitches 'Cause you know, and I know, that they out to get them riches But I be chillin', G, just like a villain be So when I rip it, I be gettin' top billin', see All that other shit is deaf and mute Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot! Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on the loot scheme Gotta get the dough, get the dough – that's my new theme Todd 1's little niggas got flavor! If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbor [Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (Todd 1), & Notorious B.I.G.] Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man? The flavor... Who's the man? Who's the man (Next up) Who's the man (I believe that's me) Who's the man (Well let your S-T-Y-L-E run free) [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G] What's up y'all, what ya gotta say? BIG smoke chronic all day (all day) Split MC's that's lesser, son, like George Jefferson Weezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me Florence next, threw the TEC to Ralph neck 'Cause he kept on beggin' for shit Now BIG keep on wreckin' the shit And the chronic {*cough*} got a nigga {*cough*} rockin' shit Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch And if ya don't know, now ya know, my flow Ya pick like an Afro, wet like 'Sooulll Glooo!' Toe-to-toe, niggas can't match Bullets'll catch up in your necks and your backs So, Lil' Cease – pass the lah please Give honey a pillow, she ain't got to scuff her knees Brooklyn killa, no one gets iller Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror [Chorus: Mark The 45 King] Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man?