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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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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Whos the man 
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
Whos the man
Whos the man
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Whos the man
Whos the man
Whos the man
Whos the man