Be a Man Lyrics

Be a Man!
I thought I was man
Be a Man!
yo, you da man?

what defines you as a man? is it your hand,
curled into a fist, ready to split lips when disrespected?
perfected the ability to wreck it?
expected love in the club but got ejected?
is it your crew, rolling deep, down the boulevard
when you’re stuck like glue, best believe, they are never far
is it your phat ride, bass blasting in black night
the fact that you can slap girls on the ave right in the backside?
is it all the digits of the chicks that you never call
‘cuz filling up your phonebook shows the fellows that you really ball
is it the girl you have on the side that is worth the drama
of getting burned then you gain another baby mama?
is the ink injected in your skin with a needle?
the gats and crack you slang that kill the people?
is it the list of things you jacked from your victims?
hey, you’re not the cause of disease, you’re just a symptom

Be a Man!
I thought I was man
Be a Man!
yo, you da man?

what defines you as a man? is it your salary?
stacking up o’s like the obese rack up the calories?
job title printed under your name
on the cards you distribute like you were making it rain?
is it the shirt name branded on the left pocket?
the magazine that you bought that made you really want it?
or need it – defeated, broken down like the sediments
when did we start protecting clothes from the elements?
Is the sports car you drive to the sports bar
so when you’re stuck in traffic, you can floss like a sports star?
is it a gadget strapped to the side of your belt
so when trouble comes to call, you could try to call for help?
is the way you verbally abuse women?
thinking a relationship is all about winning?
is it your social status and way the preserve it?
hey, you weren’t given this world but you deserve it

Be a Man!
I thought I was man
Be a Man!
yo, you da man?

what defines me as a man? the fact that I don’t Give a What!
unless I get a broken heart and end up in a rut
is it my witty remarks that tear victims apart like a cougar fang?
one day back to get me like a boomerang
is it the way I give one ‘em strike, before an out?
hand grasping the sand too tight, so most of it is pouring out
is it my hard stares blasting down the people on the street?
when the truth is I really wish we that we could meet
is it the way I ignore a hottie – playing it cool?
but when she leaves I’m left playing the fool
is it the fact that I can party till the breaka-breaka dawn?
Sunday night – thinking where has the weekend gone
is it because I don’t need a heavy coat when it is freezing?
no umbrella in the rain, is that me sneezing?
any battleship, even my own, I will be sinking
hey, I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking

Be a Man!
I thought I was man
Be a Man!
yo, you da man?