Lyrics:
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
a whole gang of albums and some major flicks
I got a wife, rich life, that's some major shit
Bigg Dogg, yeah, I said it
Who did it like me?
Who want
up
I ain't no Matt Damon, but Bourne with Ultimatums
Get rich or die trying so we started caking
I'm doing 'caine but not the brother of Undertaker
the hairs
Her body like a coin flip heads or tails
Beep beep) girl don? t back it up on me,
She did it anyway and it felt like a truck on me
Stop teasing hit
rich nigga rich nigga) yeaa (yeaa yeaa)
Rich nigga rich nigga (I'ma rich nigga rich nigga)
Sacc real heavy still sayin I ain't got it
Yeah I'm big petty
love rich, cause I'm hood rich
Your girl call me GD I got that good dick
Fucked up, coupe big, polo stupid
Brown shirt, brown man, same color roof in
to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it
The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it
His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it
We hit his crib
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (cash)
I like getting rich (rich)
She got lots of ass (ass)
I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
think you've got it figured out
Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out
'Til they passed on you, they ain't see what they was missing
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
eat it (yeah, ooh), we tit for tat (yeah, ooh)
Twelve Ms for two albums (ooh, yeah) in twelve months (ooh, ooh)
I'm rich, do the math (yeah, yeah),
I'm so cool, old school Big Snoop Dogg got
'em breaking the rules i'm phenomenal
Your mama knows So I'ma go and get it
Finger did the beatSo you know
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
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