Dj Clue - Made Men Lyrics
[intro]Extraordinary(new shit, made men)The undisputed made men[verse one]Ey yoRetreat your betallion quick, before your time run out(nigga) I see you sweatin, dont try a reachable gunoutWe take no prisoneers, never leavin witnessesDeadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes firstMy squadll attack u in threes, no need for darkmanWe last man standing, who dead man walkinIts five fingers to death, when I clutchThe microphone in my handI know you niggas dont understandPlay my position, hold it down just like de niroOne of the coldest, mortal kombat, sub-zeroI shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fistedDont get it twisted, Im livin and dyin by the biscuitBut I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrificeSo ***** yall twice, thats right Im actin sheistWhen shots pop off, you betta duck when I doneWith the automatic pump and Im never in the shootin slumMy face isnt definately the lawIn the jigsaw, puzzleWhile I screw and muscle on my six-sawBringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt itYo whole *****in staff, who get they wigs meltedWhen Im rushed out, fresh outVerbal bash-outP.d.s that made manReady 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)... dont be sleepin on these made men(you wanna roam in these streets cousin, every man for themselves)... when you *****in with some made men(you wanna roam in these streets cousin, every man for themselves)[verse two]Yo, its warfare, Im splittin your hair, with a missleCos I be squezzin that type of shit up out my pistolDont talk that tone, if you aint gon spark the chromeYou shook and aint got no tests, starts the roamYo, we man of respect, with our own dialectElements surprise, wise guys, skill you aint acquirin yetIm on that, hot rock and punk contactCombat, doubt that can so you contractClose casket, with the eight by tenSittin on top of the coffinNever again ***** with made menYour last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith&wessSplittin flesh and I still got a mission leftI keep they thinkin second guess andMr. unpredictable, Im askin, spittin loogies from my weaponWith indestructable niggas that called made manHe grabbin shit, I grab mine, so now we blazinTomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries(come on cops) smokin hats keeps my visions blurryMy right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my waysNever hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta faceThese never-minded mother*****ers with advancesMean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, manMy man, ok probably unmistakentlyMother*****ers, 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 ...
