Doctor Dre & Ed Lover f/ King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G. Back Up Off Me! Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover Who's the man (yea, yea) Who's the man (check this out) Who's the man (four niggas) Who's the man (four distinct styles) Who's the man (once more East Coast) Who's the man (shit) Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there) Who's the man (you better recognize) Verse One: Ed Lover POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard Drinkin' that Shaolin tank slang I'm blastin' The way a record but still kept the plastic Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered Lyin' gives me pleasure so therefore I'm fastin' OOOH NO just can't help So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho! Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go If ya didn't already, act like ya know Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door But before I go please say I'm your choice My AT & T but your truuuue voice Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis Row row my boat through the channels of Vene ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila To cure, to cure, I'm diggin that Layla Hathaway, can we get away pretty Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem I'm outta here, uh You suckers get demolished Chorus: Who's the man (5 X) Who's the man (next up) Who's the man (I believe that's me) Who's the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free) Verse Two: King Just Yo I'm the man, who made me the man that I am? What motherfucking part you ain't understandin'? I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track And now it's on like that I react, like the Juice I get loose Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roof Poof presto chango, rearrange ya Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple demented 45 King put the swing in the thing And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring Swing, just like Tarzan (Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man Chorus Verse Three: Todd One Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man? Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt Time to push your luck Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin', see All that other shit is deaf and mute Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on a loot scheme Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that's my new theme Todd One's little niggas got flavour If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbour Chorus Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G. What's up y'all, whatcha gotta say Big smoke chronic all day, all day Split MC's that's a lesson like George Jefferson Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph's neck Cause he kept on beggin' for shit Now Big keep on wreckin' the shit And the chronic (cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin' shit Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch And if ya don't know, now ya know my flow Y'all pick like an Afro, wet like soooo blo Toe to toe niggas can't match Bullets all catch up in your necks and your backs So Little Ceeese, pass the lot please Give honey a pillow, she ain't got the scuffed up knees I'm the killa, no one gets illa Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror, uh Chorus
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