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Made Men Lyrics

[Intro]

 Extraordinary

 (New shit, Made Men)

 The undisputed Made Men

 

 [Verse One]

 

 Ey yo

 retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out

 (Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout

 We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses

 deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first

 My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman

 we last man standing, who dead man walkin'

 It's five fingers to death, when I clutch

 the microphone in my hand

 I know you niggas don't understand

 Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro

 one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero

 

 I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted

 Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit

 But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice

 So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist

 When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done

 with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum

 My face isn't definately the law

 in the jigsaw, puzzle

 while I screw and muscle on my six-saw

 Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it

 Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted

 When I'm rushed out, fresh out

 verbal bash-out

 P.D.'s that made man

 ready to get off for some action

 

 [Interlude]

 

 (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

 ... when you dealin' with some made men

 (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

 ... don't be sleepin' on these made men

 (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

 ... when you fuckin' with some made men

 (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

 

 [Verse Two]

 

 Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a missle

 cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol

 Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome

 you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam

 Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect

 elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet

 I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact

 combat, doubt that can so you contract

 close casket, with the eight by ten

 sittin on top of the coffin

 never again fuck with made men

 Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess

 splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left

 

 I keep they thinkin' second guess and

 Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon

 With indestructable niggas that called made man

 He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin'

 Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries

 (Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry

 My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways

 never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face

 These never-minded motherfuckers with advances

 mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man

 My man, ok probably unmistakently

 Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never mystery

 

 [Outro]

 (You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)

 ... when you dealin' with some made men ...