[Intro: Mark the 45 King, (Ed Lover)]
Who's the man? (Yea, yea)
Who's the man? (Check this out)
Who's the man? (Four n***as)
Who's the man? (Four distinct styles)
Who's the man? (Once more, East Coast)
Who's the man? (Shit)
Who's the man? (Y'all feeling this out there?)
Who's the man? (You better recognize!)

[Verse 1: Ed Lover]
POOOW! Look who stepped up the back, kid
Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Drinkin' that Shaolin Tang slang, I'm blastin'
Threw away your record, but still kept the plastic
Warrior – with styles that I've mastered
Allah gives me blessings, so therefore I'm fastin'
OOOH NO, just can't help – so heyyea, heyyea, heyyea, ho!
Ya catch the flow, too late, I let it go
If ya didn't already, act like ya know!
Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe
Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door!
But, before I go, please say I'm your choice
Not AT&T but "Your True Voice"
Check it out, I'm more Menace than Dennis
Row, row my boat, through the channels of Venice–ZUELA!
Hey, Popeye The Sailor!
To cure, to cure, I'm diggin' that Lalah
Hathaway, can we get away, sweetie?
Run a hundred miles, as if my name was Speedy Gonzales!
Peace out to Hollis
I'm outta here, uh – you suckers get demolished
[Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (Ed Lover), King Just]
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man? (Next up)
Who's the man? (I believe that's me!)
Who's the man (Well let your S-T-Y-L-E go free)

[Verse 2: King Just]
Yo, I'm the man; who made me the man that I am?
What motherfucking part you ain't understand?
I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy
I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee
Girls want me, but I ain't got no time for the drama
Fuck them bitches, I'm the man, slash comma, the horror
Got my back – Ed and Dré put me on the track
And now it's on like that!
I react, like the Juice, I get loose
Like one-fifty-one proof, and send a mutha off this roof
Poof, presto-change-o, rearrange ya
Straight from the mental of the Shaolin's temple
Instrumental – 45 King put the swing in the thing
And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring
Swing, just like Tarzan
("Buh dah, buh dah!") I'm the motherfucking man
[Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (King Just), & Todd 1]
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man? (Next up)
Who's the man? (Yo, I believe that's me!)
Who's the man? (Chill and let your S-T-Y-L-E run free)

[Verse 3: Todd One]
Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man?
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can
It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my steelo
Sittin' in the back, smokin' UH!, shootin' cee-lo
Tryin' ta make a buck, tryin' to get some butt
Time to press your luck –
Betta pick a winner, or you'll get stuck!
In them ditches, messin' with them bitches
'Cause you know, and I know, that they out to get them riches
But I be chillin', G, just like a villain be
So when I rip it, I be gettin' top billin', see
All that other shit is deaf and mute
Because you can't be the man if you ain't got loot!
Gettin' money is the routine, I'm on the loot scheme
Gotta get the dough, get the dough – that's my new theme
Todd 1's little n***as got flavor!
If I ain't the man, then the man is my neighbor
[Chorus: Mark The 45 King, (Todd 1), & Notorious B.I.G.]
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man? The flavor...
Who's the man?
Who's the man (Next up)
Who's the man (I believe that's me)
Who's the man (Well let your S-T-Y-L-E run free)

[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G]
What's up y'all, what ya gotta say?
BIG smoke chronic all day (all day)
Split MC's that's lesser, son, like George Jefferson
Weezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me
Florence next, threw the TEC to Ralph neck
'Cause he kept on beggin' for shit
Now BIG keep on wreckin' the shit
And the chronic {*cough*} got a n***a {*cough*} rockin' shit
Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch
And if ya don't know, now ya know, my flow
Ya pick like an Afro, wet like 'Sooulll Glooo!'
Toe-to-toe, n***as can't match
Bullets'll catch up in your necks and your backs
So, Lil' Cease – pass the lah please
Give honey a pillow, she ain’t got to scuff her knees
Brooklyn killa, no one gets iller
Who's the man? I see him every morning in the mirror

[Chorus: Mark The 45 King]
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?