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Song title: Dj Clue - 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, dont try a reachable gunout
We take no prisoneers, never leavin witnesses
Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
My squadll attack u in threes, no need for darkman
We last man standing, who dead man walkin
Its five fingers to death, when I clutch
The microphone in my hand
I know you niggas dont 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
Dont get it twisted, Im livin and dyin by the biscuit
But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
So fuck yall twice, thats right Im actin sheist
When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done
With the automatic pump and Im never in the shootin slum
My face isnt 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 Im 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)
... dont 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, Im splittin your hair, with a missle
Cos I be squezzin that type of shit up out my pistol
Dont talk that tone, if you aint gon spark the chrome
You shook and aint got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you aint acquirin yet
Im 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, Im 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 ...