Made Men lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : Made Men



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 [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 sh*t 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 f**k 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 f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ with some made men
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin’, every
man for themselves)

[verse two]

Yo, it’s warfare, I’m splittin your hair,
with a missle
Cos I be squezzin’ that type of sh*t 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 f**k 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 motherf**kers with advances
Mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in
your heads, man
My man, ok probably unmistakently
Motherf**kers, 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 ...