[{"id":39108735,"name":"U Da Man","trackName":"U Da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"U Da Man / Slave","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90]F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94][ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77]What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46]Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16]9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01]When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64]Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42]Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17]Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91]Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55]Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38]Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13][ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09]Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75]Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76]Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51]Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18]Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97]Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69]I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41]Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00]Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72]Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59]Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26]Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92]Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43][ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00]Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71][ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14]Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80]When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54]You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22]Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07]Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81]Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43]Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22]A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83]I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61]I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34]Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08]Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70]A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58]You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28][ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15]I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94]Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69]Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44]Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11]I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89]Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55]The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22]Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92]And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74]It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48]Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14]You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88]You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54]Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34][ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19]Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85][ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24]These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91]Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63]The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46]Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05]Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75]These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40]Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16]I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00][ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09]I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56]Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28]About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87]Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32]Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92]Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67]You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36]Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14]Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96]Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61]Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46]They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88]Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26]Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05]That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73]Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64][ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[04:01.48]Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":33333559,"name":"U Da Man","trackName":"U Da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"U Da Man / Slave - EP","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":268513,"name":"U da Man","trackName":"U da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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get busy\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103810\n- text: Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  start_ms: 103810\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 112830\n- text: I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  start_ms: 112830\n  end_ms: 114610\n- text: I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  start_ms: 114610\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122700\n- text: A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  start_ms: 122700\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: '[ VERSE 4: Tek ]'\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 128150\n- text: I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  start_ms: 128150\n  end_ms: 130940\n- text: Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  start_ms: 130940\n  end_ms: 132690\n- text: Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  start_ms: 132690\n  end_ms: 135440\n- text: Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  start_ms: 135440\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146220\n- text: Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  start_ms: 146220\n  end_ms: 148920\n- text: And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  start_ms: 148920\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 153480\n- text: Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  start_ms: 153480\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161540\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n  start_ms: 161540\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: '[ CHORUS (2X) ]'\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 164390\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 164390\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: '[ VERSE 5: Steele ]'\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 174240\n- text: These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  start_ms: 174240\n  end_ms: 176910\n- text: Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  start_ms: 176910\n  end_ms: 179630\n- text: The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  start_ms: 179630\n  end_ms: 181460\n- text: Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  start_ms: 181460\n  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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":22433558,"name":"U da Man","trackName":"U da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage (Japanese Remaster)","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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Excellerator ]'\n  start_ms: 9940\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 23460\n- text: Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  start_ms: 23460\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: 9-19, I believe\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: Then I call my man Reels\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 36170\n- text: Always keep the nine cocked\n  start_ms: 36170\n  end_ms: 37910\n- text: Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  start_ms: 37910\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: Caught a nigga from a chin\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 43380\n- text: Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n  start_ms: 43380\n  end_ms: 46130\n- text: '[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]'\n  start_ms: 46130\n  end_ms: 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":22950479,"name":"U da Man","trackName":"U da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":264.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":39118621,"name":"U Da Man","trackName":"U Da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90]F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94][ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77]What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46]Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16]9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01]When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64]Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42]Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17]Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91]Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55]Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38]Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13][ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09]Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75]Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76]Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51]Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18]Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97]Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69]I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41]Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00]Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72]Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59]Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26]Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92]Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43][ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00]Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71][ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14]Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80]When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54]You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22]Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07]Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81]Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43]Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22]A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83]I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61]I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34]Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08]Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70]A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58]You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28][ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15]I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94]Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69]Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44]Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11]I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89]Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55]The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22]Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92]And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74]It's time to 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":13348525,"name":"U Da Man","trackName":"U Da Man","artistName":"Black Moon / Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. 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Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\nBrooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\nIf youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\nCuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\nBuck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\nI'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\nA crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\nI never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\nI take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\nI even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse Three: Tek)\n\nAhh shit, a personality split\nAnd I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\nA little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\nI kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\nAnother boom blew up the scene\nthroughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\nG want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\nThere ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\nStraight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\nHome of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\nDamn, just when you thought it was safe\nto come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\nBoom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\nso I pack more steel lookin for the kill\nHope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\npump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.65] (feat. 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.83] Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n[00:36.30] But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n[00:38.92] Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n[00:41.93] Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:44.08] of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n[00:44.17] Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n[00:47.25] I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n[00:52.49] Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:54.83] And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:57.47] Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:59.96] The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:02.45] What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n[01:05.03] Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n[01:07.55] (Chorus: x4)\n[01:08.34] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:09.90] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:12.56] (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n[01:28.77] Real niggaz represent and don't die\n[01:30.81] Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n[01:33.48] I puff a mad bag of buddha\n[01:35.35] Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n[01:37.11] I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n[01:38.73] I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n[01:40.81] Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n[01:43.77] What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\n[01:45.99] Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\n[01:48.89] If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\n[01:51.09] Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\n[01:53.62] Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\n[01:56.43] I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\n[01:58.88] A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\n[02:01.45] I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\n[02:04.24] I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\n[02:06.60] I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n[02:09.29] (Chorus)\n[02:26.12] (Verse Three: Tek)\n[02:30.28] Ahh shit, a personality split\n[02:31.95] And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\n[02:35.42] A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\n[02:37.72] I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\n[02:40.63] Another boom blew up the scene\n[02:42.39] throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\n[02:45.77] G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\n[02:48.25] There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\n[02:50.84] Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\n[02:53.11] Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\n[02:55.95] Damn, just when you thought it was safe\n[02:58.30] to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\n[03:00.98] Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\n[03:03.56] so I pack more steel lookin for the kill\n[03:06.18] Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\n[03:08.54] pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n[03:11.18] (Chorus)\n[03:32.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U Da Man\n  artist: Black Moon / Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":22592783,"name":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","trackName":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":279.106667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 279107\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":34597557,"name":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","trackName":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":21407367,"name":"U da Man","trackName":"U da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Diggin' in dah Vaults","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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Atlantic Av\n  start_ms: 128150\n  end_ms: 130940\n- text: Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  start_ms: 130940\n  end_ms: 132690\n- text: Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  start_ms: 132690\n  end_ms: 135440\n- text: Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  start_ms: 135440\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146220\n- text: Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  start_ms: 146220\n  end_ms: 148920\n- text: And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  start_ms: 148920\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 153480\n- text: Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  start_ms: 153480\n  end_ms: 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":26929090,"name":"U Da Man","trackName":"U Da Man","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Compil Abcdr","duration":239.1152,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[04:01.48] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[04:11.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U Da Man\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Compil Abcdr\n  duration_ms: 239115\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  start_ms: 900\n  end_ms: 9940\n- text: '[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]'\n  start_ms: 9940\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 23460\n- text: Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  start_ms: 23460\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: 9-19, I believe\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: Then I call my man Reels\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 36170\n- text: Always keep the nine cocked\n  start_ms: 36170\n  end_ms: 37910\n- text: Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  start_ms: 37910\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: Caught a nigga from a chin\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 43380\n- text: Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n  start_ms: 43380\n  end_ms: 46130\n- text: '[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]'\n  start_ms: 46130\n  end_ms: 47090\n- text: Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  start_ms: 47090\n  end_ms: 49750\n- text: Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  start_ms: 49750\n  end_ms: 51760\n- text: Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  start_ms: 51760\n  end_ms: 53510\n- text: Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 53510\n  end_ms: 57180\n- text: Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  start_ms: 57180\n  end_ms: 58970\n- text: Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  start_ms: 58970\n  end_ms: 62690\n- text: I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  start_ms: 62690\n  end_ms: 64410\n- text: Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  start_ms: 64410\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 72590\n- text: Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  start_ms: 72590\n  end_ms: 75260\n- text: Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  start_ms: 75260\n  end_ms: 77920\n- text: Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n  start_ms: 77920\n  end_ms: 79430\n- text: '[ CHORUS (2X) ]'\n  start_ms: 79430\n  end_ms: 80350\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 80350\n  end_ms: 83000\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 83000\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: '[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]'\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 91140\n- text: Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  start_ms: 91140\n  end_ms: 93800\n- text: When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  start_ms: 93800\n  end_ms: 96540\n- text: You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  start_ms: 96540\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 102070\n- text: Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103810\n- text: Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  start_ms: 103810\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 112830\n- text: I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  start_ms: 112830\n  end_ms: 114610\n- text: I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  start_ms: 114610\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122700\n- text: A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  start_ms: 122700\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: '[ VERSE 4: Tek ]'\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 128150\n- text: I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  start_ms: 128150\n  end_ms: 130940\n- text: Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  start_ms: 130940\n  end_ms: 132690\n- text: Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  start_ms: 132690\n  end_ms: 135440\n- text: Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  start_ms: 135440\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146220\n- text: Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  start_ms: 146220\n  end_ms: 148920\n- text: And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  start_ms: 148920\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 153480\n- text: Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  start_ms: 153480\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161540\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n  start_ms: 161540\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: '[ CHORUS (2X) ]'\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 164390\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 164390\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: '[ VERSE 5: Steele ]'\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 174240\n- text: These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  start_ms: 174240\n  end_ms: 176910\n- text: Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  start_ms: 176910\n  end_ms: 179630\n- text: The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  start_ms: 179630\n  end_ms: 181460\n- text: Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  start_ms: 181460\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 187750\n- text: These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  start_ms: 187750\n  end_ms: 190400\n- text: Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  start_ms: 190400\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: '[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]'\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195090\n- text: I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  start_ms: 195090\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205870\n- text: Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  start_ms: 205870\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 213920\n- text: Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  start_ms: 213920\n  end_ms: 216670\n- text: You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  start_ms: 216670\n  end_ms: 219360\n- text: Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  start_ms: 219360\n  end_ms: 222140\n- text: Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  start_ms: 222140\n  end_ms: 223960\n- text: Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  start_ms: 223960\n  end_ms: 226610\n- text: Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  start_ms: 226610\n  end_ms: 228460\n- text: They ain't ready for that\n  start_ms: 228460\n  end_ms: 228880\n- text: Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n  start_ms: 228880\n  end_ms: 234260\n- text: Hey yo word up, kid\n  start_ms: 234260\n  end_ms: 236050\n- text: That's not that bullshit\n  start_ms: 236050\n  end_ms: 238730\n- text: Word, hahaha\n  start_ms: 238730\n  end_ms: 239640\n- text: '[ CHORUS (4X) ]'\n  start_ms: 239640\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 251340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251340\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":28303371,"name":"U DA MAN","trackName":"U DA MAN","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":22738000,"name":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","trackName":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":299.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Enta da Stage: The Complete Edition'\n  duration_ms: 299600\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":30951358,"name":"U da Man (feat. 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Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[04:01.48] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[04:11.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U da Man (feat. 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Excellerator ]'\n  start_ms: 9940\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 23460\n- text: Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  start_ms: 23460\n  end_ms: 26160\n- text: 9-19, I believe\n  start_ms: 26160\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: Then I call my man Reels\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 36170\n- text: Always keep the nine cocked\n  start_ms: 36170\n  end_ms: 37910\n- text: Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  start_ms: 37910\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: Caught a nigga from a chin\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 43380\n- text: Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n  start_ms: 43380\n  end_ms: 46130\n- text: '[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]'\n  start_ms: 46130\n  end_ms: 47090\n- text: Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  start_ms: 47090\n  end_ms: 49750\n- text: Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  start_ms: 49750\n  end_ms: 51760\n- text: Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  start_ms: 51760\n  end_ms: 53510\n- text: Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  start_ms: 53510\n  end_ms: 57180\n- text: Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  start_ms: 57180\n  end_ms: 58970\n- text: Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  start_ms: 58970\n  end_ms: 62690\n- text: I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  start_ms: 62690\n  end_ms: 64410\n- text: Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  start_ms: 64410\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 72590\n- text: Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  start_ms: 72590\n  end_ms: 75260\n- text: Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  start_ms: 75260\n  end_ms: 77920\n- text: Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n  start_ms: 77920\n  end_ms: 79430\n- text: '[ CHORUS (2X) ]'\n  start_ms: 79430\n  end_ms: 80350\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 80350\n  end_ms: 83000\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 83000\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: '[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]'\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 91140\n- text: Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  start_ms: 91140\n  end_ms: 93800\n- text: When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  start_ms: 93800\n  end_ms: 96540\n- text: You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  start_ms: 96540\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 102070\n- text: Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  start_ms: 102070\n  end_ms: 103810\n- text: Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  start_ms: 103810\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 112830\n- text: I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  start_ms: 112830\n  end_ms: 114610\n- text: I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  start_ms: 114610\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 120080\n- text: Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  start_ms: 120080\n  end_ms: 122700\n- text: A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  start_ms: 122700\n  end_ms: 124580\n- text: You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n  start_ms: 124580\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: '[ VERSE 4: Tek ]'\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 128150\n- text: I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  start_ms: 128150\n  end_ms: 130940\n- text: Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  start_ms: 130940\n  end_ms: 132690\n- text: Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  start_ms: 132690\n  end_ms: 135440\n- text: Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  start_ms: 135440\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 140890\n- text: Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  start_ms: 140890\n  end_ms: 143550\n- text: The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  start_ms: 143550\n  end_ms: 146220\n- text: Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  start_ms: 146220\n  end_ms: 148920\n- text: And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  start_ms: 148920\n  end_ms: 150740\n- text: It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  start_ms: 150740\n  end_ms: 153480\n- text: Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  start_ms: 153480\n  end_ms: 156140\n- text: You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  start_ms: 156140\n  end_ms: 158880\n- text: You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  start_ms: 158880\n  end_ms: 161540\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n  start_ms: 161540\n  end_ms: 163340\n- text: '[ CHORUS (2X) ]'\n  start_ms: 163340\n  end_ms: 164390\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 164390\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: '[ VERSE 5: Steele ]'\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 174240\n- text: These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  start_ms: 174240\n  end_ms: 176910\n- text: Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  start_ms: 176910\n  end_ms: 179630\n- text: The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  start_ms: 179630\n  end_ms: 181460\n- text: Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  start_ms: 181460\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 187750\n- text: These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  start_ms: 187750\n  end_ms: 190400\n- text: Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  start_ms: 190400\n  end_ms: 193160\n- text: I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n  start_ms: 193160\n  end_ms: 194000\n- text: '[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]'\n  start_ms: 194000\n  end_ms: 195090\n- text: I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  start_ms: 195090\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205870\n- text: Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  start_ms: 205870\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 213920\n- text: Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  start_ms: 213920\n  end_ms: 216670\n- text: You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  start_ms: 216670\n  end_ms: 219360\n- text: Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  start_ms: 219360\n  end_ms: 222140\n- text: Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  start_ms: 222140\n  end_ms: 223960\n- text: Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  start_ms: 223960\n  end_ms: 226610\n- text: Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  start_ms: 226610\n  end_ms: 228460\n- text: They ain't ready for that\n  start_ms: 228460\n  end_ms: 228880\n- text: Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n  start_ms: 228880\n  end_ms: 234260\n- text: Hey yo word up, kid\n  start_ms: 234260\n  end_ms: 236050\n- text: That's not that bullshit\n  start_ms: 236050\n  end_ms: 238730\n- text: Word, hahaha\n  start_ms: 238730\n  end_ms: 239640\n- text: '[ CHORUS (4X) ]'\n  start_ms: 239640\n  end_ms: 240500\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  start_ms: 240500\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 251340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251340\nplain: |-\n  f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":32849663,"name":"U Da Man (Feat. Big Dru Ha, Havoc & Smif-N-Wessun)","trackName":"U Da Man (Feat. Big Dru Ha, Havoc & Smif-N-Wessun)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage: The Complete Edition","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":4926160,"name":"U Da Man (DJ Evil Dee Remix)","trackName":"U Da Man (DJ Evil Dee Remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Diggin' In Dah Vaults","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U Da Man (DJ Evil Dee Remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Diggin' In Dah Vaults\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"}]