We don't need ropes to climb the walls anymore My mind is stronger than it was before Man up Man up [x2] So man up Yeah, man up Man up
Drown all your innocence While you try to make amends You forgot to do it right So just lay me down and die Fill my bed with roses Close my weary eyes
Oh, you don't know who i am i put my name in the sand Oh, get some dirt and rub it on your hands Living is a waste of time if you don't do anything
Be, Be the charming type, Take off your gloves and show what they hide, Please, please my naked wrists, With your hands and fingertips And please, baby
problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to solve 'em I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody
I?m sayin? so I said Yeah, I also walk in gutta, holdin? my dick A New York nigga man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man, cameras click Cheese
control In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen
gotta get up more loot Time to throw back on the army suits and Timberland boots Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene I got my man C with
'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm
have any role models kickin' the truth out So who am I supposed to look up to? [Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue Now I had 2 choices, what could
they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a god
rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand Went up
van city all-stars you know who you are the notorious superstar just to see you smile and enjoy yourself i know you up in here to release yo delf so I
With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick Up north where they bust your man In the custom van
in peace, I'm sayin' son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing Yo, I man T.H.U
-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin' What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson Take a walk through the hood, and we up
