| I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park
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| Vic’n every mark that was out after dark
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| Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then I’d dash
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| And when I had to shoot, I’d nutted up for the cash
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| Ran down the block with my 45 Glock
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| Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground
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| The next thing I heard was a siren
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| Couldn’t turn around, money grip kept firin'
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| Runnin' for the ride, I can’t go inside
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| I’d rather that I died, I got too much pride
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| I guess it’s just somethin' that you can’t understand
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| My gun’s in my hand, tell me who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| I used to sell yayo back in the day-o
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| Ran with the gang, had all the homies slang
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| Grams to the quarters, I’m takin' all the orders
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| Makin' all the runs, Rakin' in the funds
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| I always got my gun, it’s the old six-shooter
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| King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood
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| People thinkin' Danny lost his mind
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| It must’ve been from all the wine man and all the hard times
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| Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew
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| I’m always gettin' high, I saw my man die
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| Now I got the work and the dough, 25 grand and the 5 keys of blow
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| I gotta' relocate and start all over
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| But watch it blow up like a supernova
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| I keep my game air tight and follow the plan
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| My gun’s in my hand, tell me who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| I got myself locked down in the pen
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| I ain’t got a friend, so here I go again
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| I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect
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| Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck
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| My time’s runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood
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| If I don’t do it quick, shit, my name’ll be mud
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| So I pick out a hard rock and rush him in his cell
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| Beat his ass down and then say that he fell
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| And if I gotta' do him, screw him, the convict’s dead
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| I’ll stab him in the chest just to let the rest
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| Of the cell block know that I’m nobody’s ho
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| My shanks in my hand so tell me who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man?
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| Who’s the man with the master plan?
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| Who’s the man? |
| Who’s the man? |