(feat. King Just, Todd One, Notorious B.I.G.)



[Intro: Mark the 45 King, Ed Lover]



Who's the man (yea, yea)

Who's the man (check this out)

Who's the man (four niggas)

Who's the man (four distinct styles)

Who's the man (once more East Coast)

Who's the man (shit)

Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there)

Who's the man (you better recognize)



[Verse One: Ed Lover]



POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid

Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard

Drinkin' that Shaolin tank slang I'm blastin'

The way a record but still kept the plastic

Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered

Lyin' gives me pleasure so therefore I'm fastin'

OOOH NO just can't help

So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho!

Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go

If ya didn't already, act like ya know

Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe

Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door

But before I go please say I'm your choice

My AT & T but your truuuue voice

Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis

Row row my boat through the channels of Vene

ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila

To cure, to cure, I'm diggin that Layla

Hathaway, can we get away pretty

Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy

Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem

I'm outta here, uh

You suckers get demolished



[Chorus:]



Who's the man [x5]

Who's the man (next up)

Who's the man (I believe that's me)

Who's the man (well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free)



[Verse Two: King Just]



Yo I'm the man, who made me the man that I am?

What motherfucking part you ain't understandin'?

I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy

I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee

Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama

Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma

The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track

And now it's on like that

I react, like the Juice I get loose

Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roof

Poof presto chango, rearrange ya

Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple demented

45 King put the swing in the thing

And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring

Swing, just like Tarzan

(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Todd One]



Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man?

Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can

It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo

Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo

Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt

Time to push your luck

Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck

And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches

Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches

But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B

So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin', see

All that other shit is deaf and mute

Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot

Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on a loot scheme

Gotta get the dough, get the dough, that's my new theme

Todd One's little niggas got flavour

If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbour



[Chorus]



[Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.]



What's up y'all, whatcha gotta say

Big smoke chronic all day, all day

Split MC's that's a lesson like George Jefferson

Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me

Floor inch nex, through Detective Ralph's neck

Cause he kept on beggin' for shit

Now Big keep on wreckin' the shit

And the chronic (cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin' shit

Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch

And if ya don't know, now ya know my flow

Y'all pick like an Afro, wet like soooo blo

Toe to toe niggas can't match

Bullets all catch up in your necks and your backs

So Little Ceeese, pass the lot please

Give honey a pillow, she ain't got the scuffed up knees

I'm the killa, no one gets illa

Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror, uh



[Chorus]