Black Moon - U Da Man

[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