Lyrics:
yeah well every beat I Get Imma beat that bitch two claps Ric Flair (Whooo)
I'm the man, I'm the man... all year, All year
I'm the man, I'm the man
I knew the day that I would stand
By you and all your failings
Now I'm looking out for me
If you want to split then I
Won't tell a soul about you
Now that I'm out, man, I ain't playin' like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packin' punches like I'm
that's what we do for the motherfuckin', nine-five
(Ha, for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time
(Understandin' the system, man
that's what we do for the motherfuckin', nine-five
(Ha, for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time
(Understandin' the system, man
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
important
Who you are is important. You are here for a reason
Black hands matter
Black man Black man Black man Black man Black man Black man
Black man Black
needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
(Classic man) That's on my mama though
I got piranha flow,
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Everything I did for y'all, man, y'all just left me dated
Sitting in the bathroom all on drugs, man, I remember them days too
Look, everything that I did for
for has much as you can
She like his car and he get wit her
Got a black eye 'cause the dope man hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find
for and that's to see
You know what's the problem, ya not used to learnin
I'm Big Daddy Longstroke, and your man's Pee Wee Herman
I got a question
can thank you for
The freedom that I didn't ask for
Roses and thorns
Steel in my smile
One man's drama is another man's dream
One man's torture
demands
They're all victims of another bad man
Bad man, b-b-bad man
Bad man, b-b-bad man
Bad man
No, you didn't think that we were ready for war
them 4-5 days
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what you call been missing
money, music money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
AJ
out
Man, that's what I said, don't ever take my word for a doubt
Man, I promise if I give you that shit, man you better take it
Man, this is for my boys
to the cemetery
They don't know about me
War time roll out with pure gun man about me
They can't come around East
Who's that? Get back, draw for the Mac'
You
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
up
I been crossed by too many so I'm running out of fucks
I said another Man Down these niggas running out of luck
Man Down, Man Down man we left that
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
b-b-bye bitch
I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin', man
We out here tryna function, man, we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function,
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