U Da Man - Black Moon

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

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

Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man

Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin' man

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

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 Gunn 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

Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man

Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin' man

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

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 di Babylon on sight

Taught by my nigga Screwface tie your 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

Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man

Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin' man