This ain't a misdemeanor
Bitch this is a felony, uh
I read between the lines
Not buyin' what you're sellin' me
You might wanna look both ways
Before you think about crossin' me
If I hit the curb hard on you, ho
Just know that you lost me

Struttin' in one direction
Headed straight to my floor seats
I'm the gift that keeps on givin'
You don't know what it cost me
I bet it on myself
Then I let the hood endorse me
Put one foot in front the other
Just like real niggas taught me

I did not skip any steps
I did not miss one time yet
My jump shot is fuckin' wet
Mamba mentality set
I'm designin' my own lane
Now bitch you go do the same
If you still don't understand
Let me break it down again

Bitch I'm the man
I don't plan
Bitch I'm the man

Hol' up
Biggest bitch in the pound
Gotta problem? Say it now
I'm a product of the ground
Now cha-ching is the sound
You can catch me on the mound
I don't do the runaround
High demand in yo' town
Every scene, shut it down

All this sun has my affection
And the stars are my reflection
To the top is my direction
Plus the hood is my protection
Skin so rich, I'm so goddamn
Took 'em all down with just one hand
If you still don't understand
Let me break it down again

Bitch I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man

Ooh, girl, the rent is due
Pay it and pump like a light is too
Ooh, girl, the rent is due
Pay it and pump like a light is too
Ooh, girl, the rent is due
Pay it and pump like a light is too
Ooh, girl, the rent is due
Pay it and pump like a light is too

Manifested my direction
Had no time for second guessin'
I wear Nikes with my gowns
Just in case hoes need a lesson
And you know I'm VA-bound
Off Newtown Road where I'm found
Back on 95 again
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn

Bitch I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): George Kranz, Hasben Jones, Michael Barney