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 One: Ed Lover
POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid
Not Michael Jackson or the Ol` Dirty Bastard
Drinkin` that Shaolin tank slang I`m blastin`
The way a record but still kept the plastic
Hurry up, with styles that I`ve mastered
Lyin` gives me pleasure 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
My AT & T but your truuuue voice
Check it out I`m on Mista Dennis
Row row my boat through the channels of Vene
ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
To cure, to cure, I`m diggin that Layla
Hathaway, can we get away pretty
Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem
I`m outta here, uh
You suckers get demolished
Chorus:
Who`s the man (5 X)
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 Two: King Just
Yo I`m the man, who made me the man that I am?
What motherfucking part you ain`t understandin`?
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, and then Dre 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, I send a mutha off this roof
Poof presto chango, rearrange ya
Straight from the mental of the Shaolin`s temple demented
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
Verse Three: 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 stylo
Sittin` in the back smokin` uh, shootin C-Lo
Tryin` ta make a buck, tryin` to get some butt
Time to push your luck
Betta pecka women, all y`all get stuck
And I`m dippin`, 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 B
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 a loot scheme
Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that`s my new theme
Todd One`s little niggas got flavour
If I ain`t the man, then the man is my neighbour
Chorus
Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.
What`s up y`all, whatcha gotta say
Big smoke chronic all day, all day
Split MC`s that`s a lesson like George Jefferson
Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn`t please me
Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph`s neck
Cause he kept on beggin` for shit
Now Big keep on wreckin` the shit
