Who's the Man

Who's tha man - who's the boss Who's the nigga that paid the cost I really don't give a damn Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss Uhh I remember strugglin way back when But now I lay back in Maybach Benz Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in He's real he is not one of these fake black men I never been a hater, hatin ain't where it's at My finger where the seven and a half karats at You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at They ready to fuckin set me up - to get my ass jacked But they don't know about Joseph Wayne Physco path gangsta slash solider mayne He's rides on niggas and disguise on niggas And feels nothin like he's full of novocaine That's why you never see me on B.E.T When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me If I'm arrested again I won't get a B - O - N - D I'd rather die then live life in the Penitentary But these days you gotta be strapped Even when I'm at home I go to sleep with the gat The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at All the Screwed Up Click legends ain't never comin'back Like Screw, Big Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat When you cross yo'best bet is to back back Mo City, Texas will open up yo back Where the killers get killed and the jackers get jacked I use to smoke sherm and sip that drank mayne Get stuck at the intersection and watch the light change Ostrich interior, hand full of wood grain Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes I chunk up the duece for the North and the South And the boys with that hard and that soft in they house I blow alot of money when I go up in my vault Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot Trae so hood bitch I am the truth I get paid bein broke has no use Only thing I get to give is the duece I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb Pants sittin low with a rag or a dobb Pistol on my waist to keep drama from gettin' hard When I ride one of these six whips out the yard It ain't no tellin' how many niggas I writes off I got goons in the trap for the right cost I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss I play it raw and I ain't leavin till ya lights off Fresh Coogi when I walk with the price off I'm still a million dollar nigga with the ice off I'm even raw with the mic off And still fuck a million dollar bitch without even takin my Nike's off Twenty eight's got my feet takin high steps Fifty grand worth of ones, work bi - ceps Tell them hoes I got alot and if I make it rain now It ain't gon' step till Next Friday like Mike Epps I ride 4's like my name was J - Dogg So let the world know they ain't fuckin with Trae dogg We hit ya whole block nothin less then a K dogg We real in these streets, other niggas are gay dogg They tellin me I'm blessed cause my wrist is a hot mess I need you dickridin ass niggas to jock less You better get ya gal, 'fore she part of the process I have her ass pumpin like the dope in the projects I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet They already know I'm the man When they see me pull up, drivin in somethin that ain't even out yet When I get hungry I take flights out of town To restaurants in other cities just to chow down I remember ya'll laughin everytime I came around I'm a slave as a king, laugh as you bow down "I always knew you would make it Z-Ro" Why ya nose growin you ain't have faith in me ho Pinocchio partnas are the worse kind so I'm alone when ever you see me in my fo' - do Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin Don't run up on me too quick, you better start thinkin I'll leave you havin a seizure - that eye still blinkin Anything I gotta do to win, I'm a win I'd rather do right but if I gotta sin, I'm a sin I repent for my sins - but I will kill again Whatever I gotta do to keep my blood in my skin '96 to '06, ten years in it Got a steady pace, never had to switch gears in it But I elevated from no rank to a lieutenant I'm a be runnin the show like I'm a Warden in a minute H - Town need me like Atlanta need Jeezy Not platinum yet but on my way please believe me Holdin young money like Baby and Lil' Weezy Bangin Juvenile, K-Rino, and Lil'Keke They started off hot and they still hot You other rappers wasn't and you still not You not a emcee, just cause ya grilled out Johnny's for nothin, droppin dollar bills out But me I'm a gangsta from head to feet Plus I'm a pimp - cause these chicks feed my bread to me Before Hawk died the last thing he said to me Was that I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot