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Andre Lloyd - Whos Da Man Lyrics

Who's The Man

[Talking]
Ahh Oh You Think You Got Bars?
You Think You Can Rap Playboy?
I done heard it all before man cmon
My mans Better anyway let’s go
What part of Jersey You from Anyway?
South Jersey? You Don’t Even Look Like a Rapper
Let Me See What You Man

VERSE:
Im rolling one deep/
You Wack rap niggas looking like lunch meat/
U wanna play tough ill call ya bluff put you on front street/
I'll show you, crush ya whole establishment in one week/
U Want peace? I knew you vegan niggas don't really want beef/
Hold my own, jerseys own, hard to clone, Clean cut, suit and tie, but still vicious like al Capone/
I set the tone, whether backstage or in front of cameras, speak in foreign grammar, hand rolled Cohibas Imported from Havana/
I plan to, stay humble, but lord knows/
I have a fettish for fashion Italian fitted wardrobes/
Support those, who support me, can't feed a team from one plate/
Prime steaks, fresh wine from crushed grapes/
U niggas pump fake, nothing but dollars signs I see green/
Supreme being the one man street team/
Your more than broke, before u blink/
I check disrespect, get choked for blowin smoke both my hands around ya neck like Cuban Links/
Now who would think, a jersey native could be crowned king/
I built my reality from around dreams/
I know non believers prayin I will fail/
But oh well, im built to last I got it locked like jail cells/
I mean well, nigga, everything I write dope/
Left the mic smoked, focused i could moonwalk over tight ropes/
In blind folds, that's perfect, a light dose of my verses, could powder ya nose, or leave ya frozen Ima cocaine rush/
Get ya mind ready, I'm da man/
I'm the illest and that's word to ya fans/
I'm Jason, better yet Freddy with a machete in hand/
Ready to slaughter rap niggas, ill leave you buried in sand/
Now Who's The Man, laid the blueprint follow my plan/
I got ya back , hit my jack if u find yourself in a jam/
Im never out of reach, I'll do em dirty like a pair of kleets/
I'll kick a bird to the curb I'll I switch em every week/
Good brain, thick, built like a stallion/
Mixed breed green eyed queen half black and Italian/
I spit game like don won, the rap phenomenon/
I make bread and break bread, pass the cash like Paton now carry on/
U know I gotta feed my team right/
Mistakes I don't repeat twice, I'm good to go like green lights/
Without a doubt I'm the truth/
Assemble my troops, new recruits/
Trained to go, black pants and black boots/
I'm the general, the captain, it's never a problem/
I put a call in soldiers fall in im comen threw with my squadron/
Gotta mapped out, Had to black out, you understand/
Falling off was never in the plans, God damn now who's The Man/