My Man Lyrics - Rick Ross

Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man 

Niggas wanna do me, they heard Im the man 

Niggas selling work, thats for them benefits 

Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits 

On the corner, drinking out a jug of lemonade 

Im not a rapper pussy nigga, Is a renegade 

I put the slider in the backseat of them rental plates 

We throwin money in the club like we the NBA 

I got some hos and them bitches down to shoot a fade 

I got some Zos and them niggas movin two-a-day 

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Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man 

Niggas wanna do me, they heard Im the man 

Niggas selling work, thats for them benefits 

Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits 

Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man 

Niggas wanna do me, they heard Im the man 

Niggas selling work, thats for them benefits 

Early worm, Im talking shrimp and grits 

Im switchin cars with my nigga, do that twice a day 

We livin large, knowing one day we may ride away 

My nigga started having seizures when he caught his case 

Then he caught his bitch cheatin, right on fathers day 

Its a dirty game and sometimes nigga wash your face 

Haters eatin all they got to see 

Bang Bang, where he lay at bitches, where he stay 

It make no difference if you call them people right away 

Creepin through the block, Im looking for my man 

Tryin to show you how they do your head for twenty grand 

Youre throwin signs that where Im from that shits irrelevant 

For them presidents a bitch will get 

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I say creepin through the block Im looking for my man 

He just came home, he did a dime, and he didnt take the stand 

on my nigga, give him fifty grand 

Fresh off the jet, straight to my hood, and put it in his hand, word up 

These niggas aint bout that life 

stones when I rock that ice 

Baking soda when I rock that white 

Im counting racks when that pie hit ice 

Got the low, I cant top that price 

But I bet they tell you that rock hit right 

No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her rock tonight 

Rollie all my niggas rollin 

If I heard him telling, when I see him I expose him 

Richest nigga round here 

When they speak they say Im chosen 

Mac-11, fully loaded, knock a nigga out whoa! 

Rockie in this bitch, thats some great news 

Yeah I made you a lot but I dont rock truce 

I give a bitch dope dick and some dope shoes 

She know if she fuckin with the team, then she cant lose 

Double MG do it for the family 

Drivin through the Chi, top back like its Miami 

I need a billion dollars and about 9 Grammys 

And my flow heating up, I make these bitches think they tanin 

Yeah I know the hustle, so, who you think you scammin 

And if a nigga would, then my team going campin 

Yeah we heat em up, then we burn aloud 

Got these niggas hatin, but I bet my momma proud 

Fuck em