Shyheim - You The Man Lyrics
f/ Down Low ReckaChorus: Shyheim (Down Low Recka)(You the man Shy) I disagree baby pawYou the man K (Who me? Uh-huh no wayYou the man Shy) Nah you the rah-rah starYou the man K (Yeah but you can rip it the right way)[Shyheim] (Down Low Recka)Well okay if you say so I will be the manBut all I wanna do is make my record just slamI wanna be the kid to make the real live singleTo make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle(Yeah well Shy you can do that with ease real simple)True cause I'm the shorty from the Wu-Tang templeBut I can't sleep you get the girls and the cash(Yeah yeah but you're the one that got the shorties in the smash)Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)But you front, you all out punks on the hunt for some beatsTo make your next LP complete(Here we come) To make the crowd scream for the ClanOne by one (Takin out your crew cause we canGet the gun) Better yet a knife what the heckThe job gets done (When we chop the head from the neck)Since I'm short they have no other choice but to sleep underneathThe blow that be knockin out teeth(I be the K, The Down Low Recka on the set I gets wreckI make the calm sweat wanna bet)Chorus[Down Low Recka]So wassup better duck from my ill megablastYou move too fast and your ass is in the smashThe Down Low Recka, shit I rock full clipIn my glock gets hot so stay off my blockI come down hard on cornballs who sleep talkCause you won't survive in New YorkI flow a mad thick like the sap from a treeI'm of the live brothers represents G.P.I'm hot like the sun, find shade I got my rays on yaCome near to raid my sphere and I'ma lay for yaI see ya comin with attempts to BougardPeek-a-boo you ain't hard I pulled your whole cardI got flavor, you're damn right I gots styleNine yards, nah the K goes the whole mileWhoever said I wasn't ill with the skillOne minute I parlay, the next I'm all in your grill[Shyheim] (Down Low Recka)Back up, gimme some room so I can flip thisYou touch this, come on, and get your style bustedYou lay around and watch me break the mic standYou should know by now that I am the manComin through, takin my place yeah you all knowThat I can't be touched by a crew or any soloWho dares to step to this kid and his Clan(Aww damn) Another crew done by the handOf the Shy (What you do kid) I did him prop(Where's the payphone) Hell yeah, somebody call the copsWhen me and K grease somebody do somethinStop bluffin and frontin cause you ain't sayin nuthinYou're lyin, claimin that you rip shop upYou ain't heard it from me cause I ain't one to gossipChorusOutro: Down Low Recka (Shyheim)(Yeah, the Down Low Recka, niggaz ain't really wanna battle)The Rugged Child is the man to all you crab ass niggaz(Mad flavor, no sweetness necessary, and we out)Peace
