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