(hook)
Once again, the Man's back
(Verse 1)
Hey yo, I should've been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin
Ima try yo shit out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left em on the floor spittin flint out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop 10 out
You see Corleone Iceman (sp.) jenked out, white linen
If a bitch don't like me, she must like women
Everyone time I come around, ya see ya wife grinnin.
Don't be mad cuz yo career's in the 9th inning.
It's over now {n}, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
Where thugs would never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Where {n} be taking drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip coke in 48 hours like Nick nolte
When I was OT ya bitch wrote me
1st day home I dived in it
Repped fofized in it (sp?)
Now that bitch be paging me every 5 minutes
Emcees are squashing..(sp.)
All about the benjies
So, why ya bills got Washington's face
Alot of cats be fronting mad singles, with a viddy on top
L trying to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac cuz they really were hot
Rap game heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us
{N} wanna be L
Ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail, you wearing shirts saying, "Free L".
(hook)
Once again, the man's back.
(Verse 2)
Hey yo
I hear a lot of bitch in ya talk
See lot of switch in ya walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is running out
{N} like L when you coming out
Because, they sick of all this drag queen shit
If ya wife's missing I'm the {n} she was last seen wit
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
A bunch of {n} got smoked for the cash
Used to ride greyhounds with down hoes who stuff the coke in they ass
Crazy beefs got provoked in the past
A lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth
Believe me son
We breed the smoothest {n} on the face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke
Rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as can I rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like the wrong nerve, when I was unheard
Now, I'm icy I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird
I push pips while ya walk all day
And I hate when Strange {n} wanna talk all day.
Clown-ass shit
Hate to be around that shit
You don't know me, just say what's up, give me a pound, that's it.
When I was at the steakhouse, pulling cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese shit, getting takeout
Why you make out you took the fake route
You oughta break out
You couldn't get a bitch, before ya put ya tape out.
(hook)
Once again, the Man's back.
Peace to all the DJs who gave me love on they mixtapes.
Lyrics Submitted by BettyheWhite