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
Writes 'Slow Hand' on a twenty
And slips it to the band
By the end of the first verse they're on the floor
By the end of the song they're out the door
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
you a superstar now, congratulations
He said he'd give us a number one video, what is it?
Yo Gotti, "5 Star"
I start to go way back
In Ridge
taking it easy (taking it easy)
I'm taking it slow (taking it slow)
You bet I'm taking it easy (taking it easy)
I'm taking it slow
Tick a tick a tock
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo
Handle this likewise, do it live or not nigga, ride by, clash rank
See him in a hot flash at night
Know niggas can't be him,
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
streets tonight
Come on
Chorus
There's a lot o' shit that I let slide
It's out of my hands
Lot of niggaz I let ride
But it's not in
look
Sure enough - I'm quite alone
Still, there no sound
So I spin-a-disc around and around
And slide the needle in the groove...
Drive down any
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
my worries
Lettin' father time slide right by so slow and breezy
Kick back, takin' it easy
I ain't against workin' naw I do it everyday
But now
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When
But I'll stilll survive, some of my closest homies died
Murdered in homicides, I just couldn't let it slide
Fuck money, jury and bein' a rap star
I
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
about the aisle I'll never get to walk us down
Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
It's 'bout to be 2008, how's this happening now?
I got so
be gettin' bleeped out
(Die slow)
You got the album?
(Die slow)
Naw, I heard it was weak
(Die slow)
You got the album? I said it was weak
(Die slow
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