text: Whos the man 
  Whos the man 
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  POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid
  Not Michael Jackson or the Ol Dirty Bastard
  Drinkin that Shaolin tank slang Im blastin
  The way a record but still kept the plastic
  Hurry up, with styles that Ive mastered
  The La gives me pleasure so therefore Im fastin
  OOOH NO just cant help
  So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho!
  Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go
  If ya didnt already, act like ya know
  Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe
  Peace, arrivederci, Im out the door
  But before I go please say Im your choice
  My AT & T but your true voice
  Check it out Im on Mista Dennis
  Row row my boat through the channels of Venice
  ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
  To cure, to cure, Im diggin that Layla
  Hathaway, can we get away sweety
  Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
  Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem
  Im outta here, uh
  You suckers get demolished
  Whos the man
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  Yo Im the man, who made me the man that I am?
  What motherfucking part you aint understanding?
  I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy
  I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee
  Girls want me, but I aint got no time for the drama
  Fuck them bitches, Im the man slash comma
  The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track
  And now its 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 Shaolins temple demented
  45 King put the swing in the thing
  And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring
  Swing, just like Tarzan
   Im the motherfucking man
  Whos the man
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  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
  Its Todd ONE! Yall 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 yall get stuck
  And Im 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 cant be the man if you aint got loot
  Gettin money is the routine, Im on a loot scheme
  Gotta get the dough, get the dough, thats my new theme
  Todd Ones little niggas got flavour
  If I aint the man, then the man is my neighbour
  Whos the man
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  Whats up yall, what ya gotta say
  Big smoke chronic all day 
  Split MCs thats lesser son, like George Jefferson
  Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldnt please me
  Florence next, threw the tech to Ralph neck
  Cause he kept on beggin for shit
  Now Big keep on wreckin the shit
  And the chronic got a nigga rockin shit
  Castratin like that Bobbitt bitch
  And if ya dont know, now ya know, my flow
  Ya pick like an Afro, wet like Sooulll Glooo!
  Toe to toe niggas cant match
  Bulletsll catch up in your necks and your backs
  So Little Cease, pass the La please
  Give honey a pillow, she ain’t got to scuff her knees
  Brooklyn killa, no one gets iller
  Whos the man? I see him every morning in the mirror
  Whos the man
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