| You the man K (Who me? Uh-huh no way
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| You the man Shy) Nah you the rah-rah star
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| You the man K (Yeah but you can rip it the right way)
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| (Down Low Recka)
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| Well okay if you say so I will be the man
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| But all I wanna do is make my record just slam
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| I wanna be the kid to make the real live single
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| To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle
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| (Yeah well Shy you can do that with ease real simple)
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| True cause I’m the shorty from the Wu-Tang temple
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| But I can’t sleep you get the girls and the cash
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| (Yeah yeah but you’re the one that got the shorties in the smash)
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| Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
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| (Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can’t Wu)
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| But you front, you all out punks on the hunt for some beats
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| To make your next LP complete
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| (Here we come) To make the crowd scream for the Clan
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| One by one (Takin out your crew cause we can
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| Get the gun) Better yet a knife what the heck
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| The job gets done (When we chop the head from the neck)
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| Since I’m short they have no other choice but to sleep underneath
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| The blow that be knockin out teeth
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| (I be the K, The Down Low Recka on the set I gets wreck
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| I make the calm sweat wanna bet)
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| So wassup better duck from my ill megablast
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| You move too fast and your ass is in the smash
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| The Down Low Recka, shit I rock full clip
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| In my Glock gets hot so stay off my block
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| I come down hard on cornballs who sleep talk
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| Cause you won’t survive in New York
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| I flow a mad thick like the sap from a tree
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| I’m of the live brothers represents G. P
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| I’m hot like the sun, find shade I got my rays on ya
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| Come near to raid my sphere and I’ma lay for ya
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| I see ya comin with attempts to Bougard
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| Peek-a-boo you ain’t hard I pulled your whole card
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| I got flavor, you’re damn right I gots style
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| Nine yards, nah the K goes the whole mile
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| Whoever said I wasn’t ill with the skill
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| One minute I parlay, the next I’m all in your grill
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| (Down Low Recka)
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| Back up, gimme some room so I can flip this
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| You touch this, come on, and get your style busted
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| You lay around and watch me break the mic stand
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| You should know by now that I am the man
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| Comin through, takin my place yeah you all know
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| That I can’t be touched by a crew or any solo
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| Who dares to step to this kid and his Clan
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| (Aww damn) Another crew done by the hand
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| Of the Shy (What you do kid) I did him prop
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| (Where's the payphone) Hell yeah, somebody call the cops
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| When me and K grease somebody do somethin
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| Stop bluffin and frontin cause you ain’t sayin nuthin
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| You’re lyin, claimin that you rip shop up
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| You ain’t heard it from me cause I ain’t one to gossip
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| Outro: Down Low Recka (Shyheim)
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| (Yeah, the Down Low Recka, niggas ain’t really wanna battle)
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| The Rugged Child is the man to all you crab ass niggas
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| (Mad flavor, no sweetness necessary, and we out)
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| Peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You the Man , by - Down Low ReckaSong from the album AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп