I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Stickin' every lark that was out after dark Stick'em for their loot, cut'em up then I'd dash And when I had to shoot, I nutted up for the cash Ran down the block with my .45 glock Caps drop around, everybody hit the ground The next thing I heard was a siren Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin' Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand My gun's in my hand, so tell me who's the man CHORUS (4x) Who's the man with the master plan Who's the man, who's the man I used to sell yayo back in the day-o Ran with the gang, had all the homie slang Grams to the quarters, takin' all the orders Makin' all the runs, breakin' in the funds I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind Bustin everyone in rhymes, rememberin' all the hard times Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die Now I gotta' work in the dough, 25 grams and a 5 keys of blow I gotta' relocate and start all over But watch it blow up like a supernova I keep my game in tight and follow th plan My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man CHORUS (4x) I got myself locked down in the pen I ain't got a friend, so here I go again I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect Gotta' shake someone up or throw'em off the top deck My time's runnin' out, I gotta spill some blood If I don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud So I pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell Beat his ass down and then say that he fell And if I gotta do him, screw him, the convict's dead I'll stab him in the chest just to let the rest Let the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho My shades in my hand so tell me who's the man