What Makes A Man - 9th Wonder, Buddy Klein, Big Pooh

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This ya boy Rapper Big Pooh man!

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Buddy Klein in this nigga!!!

9th Wonder in this nigga!!!

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This that Dream Merchant, Vol.

2 shit, you know what I’m sayin?

I don’t think y’all understand what’s about to go down man

I don’t think y’all really know man, listen

That’s me your world MC

Yeah I went to college I ain’t finished my degree

You can check my pedigree I’m the son of a Lee

It’s Pooh Steinback when these words touch beats

Name out on the streets like it’s etched in stone

Trust you don’t want it when I step in that zone

Faggot niggas call home or they scream for the law

Or they cry for they Pa cause I’m simply Ma

I ain’t the type to ever starve I’m a worker nigga

Mention a few mills it do wonders for the figure

Know niggas who would peel you like tangerines

Got government issues like in the marines

I keep my hands clean get tunnel vision

Approach every line with the right precision

Make the right decision 'fore life get missin

And the next time you hear me I be writin different, lil' nigga

Nigga if you dont stand for somethin

You bound to trip and fall down

Man I don’t give a fuck click clack hit 'em up

Man we spit heat at these clowns

So what you 'gon do when Klein come through

With the Rapper Big Pooh and 9th into

And (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you

Yo, paddy cake, paddy cake, maker man

You a bitch on his dick, tryna make the band

Get at me dog, I’m funky like nasty draws

Piss me off, I start shootin like basketball

I’m street, I’m hood, I’m really whatcha musta saw

I’m thug, I’m raw, big like I’m above the law

With all this change, I tharted doin a buck in the rain

Flip a ki fool, that’s drug dealer’s dream

Nigga please, move, I ain’t talkin bout crack

I’m talkin bout rap — I eat y’all food right from scratch

The street’s my daddy, whatchu gon' teach me, sonny?

Speed on the road of riches, just tryin to increase my money

Carolina beats pah, stop ya breathin dummy

Leak shells in ya back, y’all like Eastern Senate

BK MC, full recline makin cream

(You best to chill.) Or you’ll get cut like you ain’t make the team

Nigga if you dont stand for somethin

You bound to trip and fall down

Man I don’t give a fuck click clack hit 'em up

Man we spit heat at these clowns

So what you 'gon do when Klein come through

With the Rapper Big Pooh and 9th into

And (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you

Some say it’s the shit that we go through

I know sometimes we won’t do what we 'sposed to

But all I got is my word and my bond

And I’m a hold both tight until the day that I’m gone

Some say it’s the shit that we go through

I know sometimes we won’t do what we 'sposed to

But all I got is my word and my bond

And I’m a hold both tight until the day that I’m gone