f/ Big Dru Ha Havoc Smif-N-Wessun. [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]. What here comes the muthafuckin 5. Patch a 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 a sin. [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]. Well it's the ill Caucasian check the invasion. Bushwick to White Plains the world in seven days and. Back in town 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 celo. Niggaz 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. [ CHORUS (2X) ]. Now you the man now you the man now you the man. Now you the man now you the muthafuckin man. [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]. Niggaz 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 Philly. Punk muthafuckas 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 niggaz out with my black Timbs. Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs. A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham. You thought you was the man you fuckin coward. [ VERSE 4: Tek ]. I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av. Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash. Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked. Play the ( ? ) 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 joins the forces if you punks try to rob 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 ( ? ) bwoy ( ? ) watch where ya stand. Smif-N-Wessun comin lettin you know who's the man. [ CHORUS (2X) ]. Now you the man now you the man now you the man. Now you the man now you the muthafuckin man. [ VERSE 5: Steele ]. These niggaz 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. Bring in 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 rubberroom. Now I rock with Buckshot what the fuck ock. I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock. [ VERSE 6: 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 ( ? ) 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 di Babylon on sight. Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace. Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place. Side up and up side up and up black. Yo chill parlay god they ain't ready for that. They ain't ready for that. Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die why. Hey yo word up kid. That's not that bullshit. Word hahaha. [ CHORUS (4X) ]. Now you the man now you the man now you the man. Now you the man now you the muthafuckin man