I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park   Makin' every mark that was out after dark   Stick 'em for their loot, cut 'em up then I'd dash   And when I had to shoot, I'd nutted up for the cash      Ran down the block with my 45 Glock   Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground   The next thing I heard was a siren   Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin'      Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside   I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride   I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand   My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?      I used to sell ya yo back in the day-o   Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang   Grams to the quarters, I'm takin' all the orders   Makin' all the runs, rakin' in the funds      I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter   King of the neighborhood, crazy white pecker wood   Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind   It must've been from all the wine man and all the hard times      Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew   I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die   Now I got the work and the dough   Twenty-five grand and a 5 keys of blow      I gotta' relocate and start all over   But watch it blow up like a supernova   I keep my game in tight and follow the plan   My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?      I got myself locked down in the pen   I ain't got a friend, so here I go again   I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect   Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck      My time's runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood   If I don't do it quick, sh*t, my name'll be mud   So I pick out a hard rock and rush him in his cell   Beat his ass down and then say that he fell      And if I gotta' do him, screw him, the convict's dead   I'll stab him in the chest, just another   Of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho   My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?      Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?   Who's the man with the master plan?   Who's the man? Who's the man?