I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park
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Stickin' every mark that was out after dark
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Stick'em for their loot, cut'em up, then I'd dash
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And when I had to shoot, I let it up for the cash
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Ran down the block with my .45 glock
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Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground
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The next thing I heard was the sirens
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Couldn't turn around, money gripped, I kept firin'
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Runnin' for a ride, I can't go inside
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I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride
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I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand
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My gun's in my hand, so tell me who's the man
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CHORUS (4x)
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Who's the man with the master plan
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Who's the man, who's the man
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I used to sell yayo back in the day-o
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Ran with a gang, had all the homie slang
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Grams to the quarters, takin' all the orders
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Makin' all the runs, bringin'in the funds
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I always got my gun, it's that old six-shooter
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I'm the King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood
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Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind
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Bustin everyone in rhymes, rememberin' all the hard times
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Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew
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I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die
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Now I gotta' work up the dough, 25 grams and a 5 keys of blow
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I gotta' relocate and start all over
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Or watch it blow up like a supernova
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I keep my game in tight and follow the plan
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My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man
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CHORUS (4x)
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I got myself locked down in the pen
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I ain't got a friend, so here I go again
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I gotta' get my props up and earn some respect
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Gotta' shank someone up and throw'em off the top deck
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My time's runnin' out, I gotta spill some blood
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If I don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud
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So I pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell
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Beat his ass down and then say that he fell
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And if I gotta do him, screw him, the convict's dead
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I'll stab him in the chest just to let the rest
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of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho
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My shank's in my hand so tell me who's the man
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Who's The Man (Underdog Mix)
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