Who's The Man

[K-Rino] Don’t ya run up, I’m coming from the front I’m coming from the back, but see this is a different kind of jack Don’t react, I’m swinging with a brick trick Suckers realise compared to this Vietnam was like a picnic Cops persecute me, they can’t dispute me But I hesitate to break ‘cause if I run he’s gonna shoot me In the back, no I’m not scared but I’m cautious The thought of me dying, coughing blood makes me nauseous So when they let me go I load up, see it’s time to make ‘em choke up High exposage on the state you living broke up I would have dropped the whole stall of ‘em But it ain’t enough room on one milk carton for all of them Now I’m a fugitive from justice, so bust this Go get your crew, I’ll get my crew and we’ll discuss this But this discussion might get thoughts sprayed And when it’s all said and done, black gon’ all get paid, so uhh… [Hook: K-Rino] Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? A brother in the streets making more than they can Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? Fifteen, twenty-five, thirty grand [K-Rino] It’s like this, you’re pulling up behind me One in my place, they pull me over on a dark road so no one can find me They’re taking me a fool, man But me see them wanan book me with them automatic tool, man I had a vision that he shot me I know they thinking that they got me, but I’m K-Rino, my name ain’t Rodney “Put your hands on your head or taste the led” Ain’t no fronting, at this point I’m kind of scared Do or die was my choice, right? So I chose die, ran through some weeds and hid all night Light flashing, cops riffing, dogs sniffing I’m laying in an ant bed but I ain’t tripping ‘Cause I’d rather get bit by a few bugs Than feel my body get hit by a few slugs I barely escaped the chrome I said a prayer to Allah, counted my money, then I walked home [Hook: K-Rino] Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? A brother in the streets making more than they can Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? Fifteen, twenty-five, thirty grand [K-Rino] I was riding down the streets on my way home Cops pull us over said he clocked us doing 50 in a school zone Snatched us out to disrespect us Face to the hood, hands behind ours back, laughing while they checked us “I know you’re selling dope”, that’s what he came with Didn’t wanna jet ‘cause I saw his partners aim get Focused, reaching in my pockets for a stash All they found was a couple of phone numbers and a lot of cash “Where’d you get this money from?” is what he asked me Told me if I slurred or tried to lie that he would blast me Seven days a week, twelve months a year they just harass me Bad enough I’m in the hood with bullets flying past me Crowd gathers round and says K-Rino what’s the problem Cops stay on my jock and plus somebody said I robbed him Found out I’m a rapper and my name was K-Rino And the bank was from a show that I had rocked the night before, so… [Hook: K-Rino] Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? A brother in the streets making more than they can Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand? Fifteen, twenty-five, thirty grand