[Verse One: 5ft. Excellerator]
What, [bad word] the [bad word] 5
 Pass the Crooked [bad word] straight out of Bed-Stuy
 9-19, I believe
When I wanna puff a mad L I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve
 Then I call my man Reels
 Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always keep the nine [bad word] 
 Just in case a [bad word] feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
 Caught a [bad word] from a chin
 Now his [bad word] is in, hit the preach cause he said it was a sin

 [Verse Two: Big [bad word] Ha ]
Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion
Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and back
I'm down with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
 Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote
 Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin' for the soap
 Like my [bad word]  [bad word] a [bad word] real quick, then I vanish
I always get the [bad word] cause I tell em that I'm Spanish
 Chill, lay low, I'm throwin' headcracks in cec-lo
Niggas losin' dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
 Mines for the takin', never fakin' when I kick it
 Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it
 Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack
Big [bad word] Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black

 [Hook (2X)]
 Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
 Now you the man, now you the [bad word] man

Verse Three: [Havoc]
 Niggas regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons
 When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection
 You know the deal, nowadays [bad word] is real
 Kid, I had it up to here, [bad word] better chill
 Cause on the block, yes kid, we get busy
 Front on my crew and get bust open like a [bad word] Phillie
 Punk [bad word] on the mic get violated
 rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
 I'm bustin raps like a [bad word] bustin caps
 I grab the mic, [bad word] it back and kick the [bad word] #39; facts
Stompin' niggas out with my black Timbs
 Leavin niggas crippled with artificial limbs
 slug in the brain cause you tried to sham
 You thought you was the man, you [bad word] #39; coward

 [Verse Four: Tek]
I'm with my ill niggas troopin' down Atlantic Ave
 Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash
Timb boots flop as the L gets sparked
 Play the shouts from the street, it's flames movin' in the dark
 I've had it up to here with y'all weak [bad word] rappers
Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
 The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin' lovely
Smif draws the 4-5th if you punks try [bad word] me
 And I got his back, leave your body lyin' flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, [bad word] that
Timberlands bootin' up the [bad word] of A&R's
 You gettin surgery tryin' to cover up the scars
 You [bad word] old bwoy, bett'r watch where ya stand
 [bad word] #39;, lettin' you know who's the man

 [Hook (2X)]
 Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
 Now you the man, now you the [bad word] man

 [Verse Five: Steele]
 These niggas is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
 [bad word] #39; with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun
The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep
 Bringin' Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat
 Bits and pieces when I release the boom
 These type of tunes kept me consumed in [bad word] room
 Now I rock with Buckshot, what the [bad word]  ock
 I got 'nuff props so you can get the fat [bad word] 

 [Verse Six: Buckshot Shorty]
 I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me
 Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know
 About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked
 Never hesitate to big up a lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
 Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin' 'em real irie
 Mi [bad word] fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
 You gwan fall like