Lyrics - Man Behind The Music by Queenpen

(
Chorus by
Teddy
Riley)---
This is how it should be done
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can
I make you dance some more? (
TR)
That's what
I came here for
This is how it should be done (
And now, here's the magnificent
Funkey
Mama)
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can
I make you dance some more?(
TR)
That's what
I came here for(
Queen
Pen)---
Lyrical flows like what
The man behind the music will make you jump
New
Jack you swing
And make you shake your rump
No diggity, tellin me this is what you want
Baselines and snares that'll make you call
Intimidated by his 14 year run
At '97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue (how)
You pressed your luck and now your back too should be sunk (and you)
Be comming to the future with your face punked (and you)
Forgot about the past now what you want
Platinum tracks to put you on the map
Cause we got to keep it in the fam
You had your chance to be be down wit the man
So busy playa hatin' perpetrating articulating
And all his downfall you can't take it(
Teddy
Riley)---
What the deal ma?
Funky mama blaze the track so you could feel, huh?
I make a
D,
I'm all about the dollar bills y'all
Rock the diamond
Lex
While
I sit behind the desk and sign the checks
You like hits baby?
Got
Em' going crazy on
BLACKstreet
You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet
Save all your whack beats
QP and
TR so precise with mics
We should be surgeons in
E.
R.
The block knows
Baby girl be my diamond cuz she rocks shows
See my ones ain't no way that you can stop those
Little man got your breath together
With
Queen
Pen, now it's hot to death
So take a look back
What
I did, what
I'm doing , where
I take this
It's kinda simple cuz enough just to make hits
Peep the facts, keep a stack
On the streets of
BLACK
Ladies scream he's "
The
Mack"
Cause
I kick (what)
Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick
And plus, frontin's just ridiculous
Cuz
I'm rich
We are
TR you see
QP that's we
Blackstreet gone(
Queen
Pen)---
You can't take it... (
And now, here's the magnificent
Funkey
Mama)
Now
Teddy jam for me one time
Cross that thin line , make my hips bump and grind
What just happened?
All this shadyness cause of platinum hits
Little man be the shit,
Funkey
Mama represent
It ain't never been no different
Cause we got witnesses
To account for all of this shit
Test with it , and you get your block knocked off
You can keep keep yapping til you get a course
It don't matter
We don't follow chit chatter
We make hits, and calls
My situations get thick
Ask
Saint
Nick, about the repetoir
For those in the past, they know who they are
If the shoe fits, trust
We gon wear it
Till we be the baddest clique up on this planet
We paid the cost to boss,
God damn it
To scare money don't win money, now drop it(
Teddy
Riley)---
This is how it should be done
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can
I make you dance some more? (
Little
Man)
That's what
I came here for
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