K-Rino - Who's The Man lyrics

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 realize 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 explosives on the stage has
Left him broke up
I would have dropped the whole stall of ‘em
But it ain’t enough room on one
Milk carton for all of 'em
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
Blacks gon’ all be paid, so uhh

(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

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 lead" 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
Lights flashing, cops riffing, dogs sniffing
I’m laying in a 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
Said a prayer to Allah, counted my money
Then I walked home

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 our backs
Laughing while they checked us
"I know you’re selling dope
" that’s what he came with
Didn’t wanna jet because I saw
His partners aim get
Focused, reaching in my pockets for a stash
All he 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
The name was K-Rino
And the bank was from a show that
I had rocked the night before, so