- Shyheim U Da Man 歌词
- Shyheim
- You the Man （Explicit）-Shyheim
Written by ：RNS
You the man shy I disagree baby paw
You the man k who me uh huh no way
You the man shy nah you the rah rah star
You the man k yeah but you can rip it the right way
Well okay if you say so I will be the man
But all I wanna do is make my record just slam
I wanna be the kid to make the real live single
To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle
Yeah well shy you can do that with ease real simple
True cause I'm the shorty from the wu tang temple
But I can't sleep you get the girls and the cash
Yeah yeah but you're the one that got the shorties in the smash
Take one take two we coming through for your crew
Who are you talking about you man you can't wu
But you front you all out punks on the hunt for some beats
To make your next lp complete
Here we come to make the crowd scream for the clan
One by one taking out your crew cause we can
Get the gun better yet a knife what the heck
The job gets done when we chop the head from the neck
Since I'm short they have no other choice but to sleep underneath
The blow that be knocking out teeth
I be the k the down low recka on the set I gets wreck
I make the calm sweat wanna bet
You the man shy I got it paw
You the man k who me uh huh no way
You the man shy nah you wang to trash
So you can crowd shake just feel for fast
So was sup better duck from my ill mega blast
You move too fast and your a**is in the smash
The down low recka sh*t I rock full clip
In my glock gets hot so stay off my block
I come down hard on cornballs who sleep talk
Cause you won't survive in New York
I flow a mad thick like the sap from a tree
I'm of the live brothers represents g p
I'm hot like the sun find shade I got my rays on ya
Come near to raid my sphere and I'm a lay for ya
I see ya coming with attempts to bougard
Peek a boo you ain't hard I pulled your whole card
I got flavor you're damn right I got style
Nine yards nah the k goes the whole mile
Whoever said I wasn't ill with the skill
One minute I parlay the next I'm all in your grill
Back up gimme some room so I can flip this
You touch this come on and get your style busted
You lay around and watch me break the mic stand
You should know by now that I am the man
Coming through taking my place yeah you all know
That I can't be touched by a crew or any solo
Who dares to step to this kid and his clan
Aww damn another crew done by the hand
Of the shy what you do kid I did him prop
Where's the payphone hell yeah somebody call the cops
When me and k grease somebody do something
Stop bluffing and fronting cause you ain't saying nu thin
You're lying claiming that you rip shop up
You ain't heard it from me cause I ain't one to gossip
You the man shy I disagree baby paw
You the man k who me uh huh no way
You the man shy nah you the rah rah star
So you can outro down just fat
Yeah the down low recka ni**as ain't really wanna battle
The rugged child is the man to all you crab a**ni**as
Mad flavor no sweetness necessary and we out
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