Man Behind The Music (censored) Lyrics

Man Behind The Music (censored)

featuring Teddy Riley

Chorus: Teddy Riley

This is how it should be
done
Cause this style is identical to none
How can I make you dance some
more
(T.R.) That's what I came here for

Repeat Chorus

And
nowwww... here's the magnificent...
funkyyyyyy momma!

Verse One:
Queen Pen

Lyrical flows like WHAT
The man behind the music'll make
you JUMP
New Jack your Swing and make you SHAKE YOUR RUMP
No Diggi-ty
tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares
that'll make you
hump, WHY
Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL
In ninety-seven he's a
different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK
We pulls together like a perfect hand
to tongue, HAH
You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk,
ZOOM
Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU
forgot
about the past, now what you want, platinum tracks
to put you on the map,
NAH
Cause we gotta keep it in fam', YEAH
You had your chance to be down
wit da man, UH-HUH
So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds
Articulatin,
on his downfall, TRUE, you can't take it

What the deal Ma?
Funky
Momma blaze the track so you can feel her
I'm Miggidy I'm all about the
dollar bills y'all, rock the Diamond Lex
All that shit behind my desk is
signed in checks

[Teddy Riley]
Do you like hits baby, got em goin
crazy on BlackStreet
You know it's plaque time when me and the track
meet
Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R.
so precise with mics we
should be surgeons in E.R.
The block knows (like that) baby girl be my
diamond cause
she rocks shows (for Black) 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 (look back)
What I did, what
I'm doin, where I take this (take that)
It's kind of simple cause a n*gga
just make hits (make tracks)
Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of
Black
ladies scream he's the mack, cause
I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick
you with
my chick, and plus funds just ridiculous
cause I'm rich, we are
T.R. you see Q.P.
That's we BlackStreet, gone!

(You, can't, take,
it)

And nowwwwwwwww... here's the magnificent...
funkyyyyyy
mommaaaaaah!

[Queen Pen]
Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME
Cross
that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND
what just happened, all this
shadyness cause of platinum hits
Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma
represent
It ain't never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES
to
account for alla dis sh*t, test we
and get your, block knocked off,
UHH
You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE
it don't matter, we don't,
follow chit chatter
WE MAKE HITS, and calls, when situations get
thick
ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire
For those in the past, they
know who they are
If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT
And we beez the
baddest click up on this planet
We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn
it]
cause scared don't win money, NOW DROP IT

Chorus (to fade)