paroles de chanson You the Man - Shyheim feat. Down Low Recka
F/
Down
Low
Recka
Chorus:
Shyheim
(Down
Low
Recka)
(You
the
man
Shy)
I
disagree
baby
paw
You
the
man
K
(Who
me?
Uh-huh
no
way
You
the
man
Shy)
Nah
you
the
rah-rah
star
You
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
man
But
all
I
wanna
do
is
make
my
record
just
slam
I
wanna
be
the
kid
to
make
the
real
live
single
To
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
temple
But
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
beats
To
make
your
next
LP
complete
(Here
we
come)
To
make
the
crowd
scream
for
the
Clan
One
by
one
(Takin
out
your
crew
cause
we
can
Get
the
gun)
Better
yet
a
knife
what
the
heck
The
job
gets
done
(When
we
chop
the
head
from
the
neck)
Since
I'm
short
they
have
no
other
choice
but
to
sleep
underneath
The
blow
that
be
knockin
out
teeth
(I
be
the
K,
The
Down
Low
Recka
on
the
set
I
gets
wreck
I
make
the
calm
sweat
wanna
bet)
Chorus
[Down
Low
Recka]
So
wassup
better
duck
from
my
I′ll
megablast
You
move
too
fast
and
your
ass
is
in
the
smash
The
Down
Low
Recka,
shit
I
rock
full
clip
In
my
glock
gets
hot
so
stay
off
my
block
I
come
down
hard
on
cornballs
who
sleep
talk
Cause
you
won′t
survive
in
New
York
I
flow
a
mad
thick
like
the
sap
from
a
tree
I'm
of
the
live
brothers
represents
G.P.
I′m
hot
like
the
sun,
find
shade
I
got
my
rays
on
ya
Come
near
to
raid
my
sphere
and
I'ma
lay
for
ya
I
see
ya
comin
with
attempts
to
Bougard
Peek-a-boo
you
ain′t
hard
I
pulled
your
whole
card
I
got
flavor,
you're
damn
right
I
gots
style
Nine
yards,
nah
the
K
goes
the
whole
mile
Whoever
said
I
wasn′t
I'll
with
the
skill
One
minute
I
parlay,
the
next
I'm
all
in
your
grill
[Shyheim]
(Down
Low
Recka)
Back
up,
gimme
some
room
so
I
can
flip
this
You
touch
this,
come
on,
and
get
your
style
busted
You
lay
around
and
watch
me
break
the
mic
stand
You
should
know
by
now
that
I
am
the
man
Comin
through,
takin
my
place
yeah
you
all
know
That
I
can′t
be
touched
by
a
crew
or
any
solo
Who
dares
to
step
to
this
kid
and
his
Clan
(Aww
damn)
Another
crew
done
by
the
hand
Of
the
Shy
(What
you
do
kid)
I
did
him
prop
(Where′s
the
payphone)
Hell
yeah,
somebody
call
the
cops
When
me
and
K
grease
somebody
do
somethin
Stop
bluffin
and
frontin
cause
you
ain't
sayin
nuthin
You′re
lyin,
claimin
that
you
rip
shop
up
You
ain't
heard
it
from
me
cause
I
ain′t
one
to
gossip
Chorus
Outro:
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
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