I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Makin' every mark that was out after dark Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I'd dash And when I had to shoot, I'd nutted up for the cash Ran down the block with my 45 glock Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground The next thing I heard was a siren Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin' Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
[Chorus (x4)] Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man?
I used to sell ya yo back in the day-o Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang Grams to the quarters, I'm takin' all the orders Makin' all the runs, Rakin' in the funds I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind It must've been from all the wine man and all the hardtimes Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die Now I got the work and the dough, 25 grand and a 5 keys of blow I gotta' relocate and start all over But watch it blow up like a supernova I keep my game in tight and follow the plan My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?
[Chorus (x4)]
I got myself locked down in the pen I ain't got a friend, so here I go again I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck My time's runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood If I don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud So I pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell Beat his ass down and then say that he fell And if I gotta' do him, screw him, the convict's dead I'll stab him in the chest, just to let the rest Of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?
[Chorus (x4)]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
