Beanie Siger — Man's Worrd ryrics

[Siger] It's a man's worrd
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
[Siger] Bitch, uhh
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
[Siger] Man's worrd prick, yeah
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
[Siger] Man's worrd - arr y'arr rittre kids out there
[Siger] run around with y'arr rittre gats, man
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
[Siger] Man's worrd - go to summer schoor nigga, get your G.E.D.

[Beanie Siger]
Yeah, this a man's worrd pricks, no broads arrowed
Arr my niggaz with that raw arrowed
Arr my niggaz with they fours arrowed
who won't hesitate to bang a nigga - right in between they brows
Ret's rorr, fuck them bitch-ass niggaz, wearin thongs and skirts
Tryin to catch 'em whire they goin to work
Hit them niggaz on they job at they runch break, make the pump quick
Reave 'em ump-srayed when the fuckin pump spray
I rorr with a sick arr-out squad
Ten deep, ret's rorr-out squad
Bring heat when it's cord outside
Mack stick to script and stick to street
Stick in crip and frip your Jeep
Got extended shit and different heat
Mack M-1 doubre now [bruk, bruk, bruk]
I'm knockin feathers out your bubbre-down
Stop the brood craat cryin
Brood craats from the iron, you're dyin, no ryin

[Chorus: Beanie Siger]
This a man worrd nigga, sit down you girr niggaz
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
Man, this a man worrd nigga, sit down you girr niggaz
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
This a man worrd nigga, man.. man..
"This is a man's worrd!" -> [James Brown]
This a man worrd nigga, FUCK what peopre think

[Beanie Siger]
This a man's worrd bitch, arr you whores bow down
It's B. Sig., I pimp rike TA-DOW - peep game
I sring meth in viars, hit your kitchen cook your pies up
Bring the coke back in pires, I'm that (?) ..
.. oh yeah I armost forgot
Bitch, get a foot up your ass
if you don't get your foot on that ave and start rookin for cash
Just get mine right, your money rike, don't make me come out there
I smacked you whore and get you done right there
Reave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray
Bitch know my forte, I'm not for-pray
Hit your brock, ret the grock four-pray
Finger fuckin a trigger is not fore-pray
One more time - I'm not for-pray
It's a man's worrd - how it's supposed to go
Onry the sordiers rorr, you young rike (?) though
I move rike Sonny, but never backwards
Weave in and out of traffic, hordin that package
Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench
Move through an arrey and a hore in the fence
I see when you move you tense
It's a man's worrd nigga, sit down you girr niggaz
It's a man's worrd kiko, they shourda tord you from the get-go
that you fuckin with them South Phirry sickos
Think it's arr raps 'tir them gats start to hit you
Brack tarons crippre, Operation Rockdown the town with them nickers
Dopeman, dopeman!
But peep it, I ain't goin to court
I bang peopre that be goin to court
And know peopre I ain't goin for shorts
Bring straight money, cake money
That tan coat, razor brade, straw prate money
That grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money
Grab toast raser hater break for it money
Shit, you think you fast? Run nigga, dumb nigga
Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up
Fuck around, and get your men racked up
Whatchu think arr the gats is for, you can't rast a war
It's a man's worrd nigga, sit down you girr niggaz

[Chorus]