TRAE & Z-RO - Who's The Man lyrics

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Who is the man, who is the boss

Who is the nigga that paid the cost

I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one who's gona take the loss

ZRO

I remember strugglin way back when...

But now I lay back in maybach benz...

18's in tha trunk with *bass* packed in...

It's real here not one of these fake black men...

I *never been a hater, hatin'* ain't where it's at...

My finger with 7 1/2 karrets at...

You ain't even got to worry wat the women starrin at...

Like ready 2 fuck a? and get my ass at jacked

But they don't kno about Joseph Wayne...

Psycopath gangsta slash soulja maine...

He rides on Niggas and disguies in niggas...

And feels *nothing* likes he full of novocaine

Dats why u 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 than live life in a penitentiary...

But these days u got to be strapt...

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 and they never comin back...

Like Screw, Big Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat...

When cross me it's best to back back...

Mo City Texas will open up your bag...

Where the killers get killed and the jackers get jacked...

I used to smoke sherms and sip the drank mane...

Get stuck at the intersection and watch the light change...

Ostrich interior and full of wood grain...

*Big body* sittin wide enough to take up both lanes...

I chunk up the deuce for the north and the south...

And the boys from the north and they talk and they out...

I blow a lot of money but I blow out in my fo...

Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still HOT!

(chorus)

TRAE

trae so hood bitch i am the truth...

i get paid bein broke as no use...

only thing i gota give is the deuce...

i hit a nigga and tell em to put it on my tooth...

boss of the bottom of the swag of a bar...

pants sittin low wit a rag out tha door...

pistol in my waist to keep drama from gettin hard...

but i ride with at least six whips out the yard..

aint no tellin how many niggas i write soft...

i got goons in the trap for the right cost...

im bout to leave thought to take a nice loss...

i play it raw and ?take yo lights off?...

fresh coogi when i walk with the price off...

im still a million dolla nigga with the ice off...

im even raw with the mic...

ima still fuck a million dollar bitch without even takin my nikes off...

28s got my feet takin high steps...

50 grand worth of ones workin biceps...

tell them hoes i got alot...

and if i make it rain now they gon stop til next friday like mike epps...

i ride fo's like my name was j.dawg...

so let the world know they aint fuckin wit trae dawg...

we hit yo whole block wit nothin less than a K dawg...

we real in these streets other niggas is gay...

niggas ??? scared of me cus im blessed...

cause my wrist is a hot mess...

i need you dick rotten ass niggas to joc less...

you betta get yo gal before she part of the process...

i have her ass pumpin like the dump in the projects...

im still in these streets like i aint even hot yet...

i do it for the hood like i cant even stop yet...

they already know im the man...

when they see me pull up drivin in somtin that aint even out yet...

(chorus)

ZRO

when i get hungry i take flights outa town...

to restaurants in otha cities just to chow down...

i rememba yall laughin everytime i came around...

i was slaved as a king laugh as you bow down...

i always knew you would make it zro...

while your nose growin you aint had faith in me hoe...

pinochio type of patnas are the worst kind so...

im alone when eva you see me in my fo door...

anyone of my cars or trucks made by lincoln...

peel out on every block real rubber still stinkin...

dont run up on me to quick...

you better start thinkin...

i think you havin a seziure that eyes still blikin...

anything i gotta do to win ima win...

id rather do right but if i gota sin ima sin...

i repent for my sins but i will kill again...

whatever i gota do to keep my blood from sins...

96 to 06 ten years in it had a stedy pace...

never had to switch gears in it...

but i elevated from no range to a lieutenit...

ima be runnin the show like ima ???? in a minute

H-town need me like atlanta need jeezy...

im platinum yes but im a ?????...

old and young money like baby and lil weezy...

bangin threw tha north carry ???? lil keke...

they started off hot and they still hot...

otha rappers wasnt real and they still not...

you not an mc just cause yo grill hot...

charlies full of ???? ???? ????....

but me ima gangsta from head to feet...

plus ima pimp cause these chicks bring my bread to me...

before HAWK died the last thing he said to me...

was that im platinum bound and im still hot...

Thanks to c.west for these lyrics

Thanks to L-dub for these lyrics