Made Men

I can't adjust to this new way of livin
I've always been a product of the street, crime drivin
I came up under older niggas up to no good
What I don't know, you was nuthin in your own hood
Baggin up Manilla envelopes of weed
Likin bag after bag, until it made my lips bleed
You want your shit, slide your money under the door
And if you try somethin funny, you get wet up wit the 4-4
I used to be on 4 corners bustin all nights
To the sun up, not afraid to hold my gun up
Started sniffin bags of Brown Smurf
Dennis "the" Mennace
Stickin niggaz, now just let me finish
5 years later, i'm trapped up in this game shit
Faces change, but it's really all the same shit
These young Boston Mass. niggaz taught a city yo
Eight floor, Superior Court, they lockin niggaz up
I heard the soundz form the steel door slamin
I heard the soundz of my nigga Tee's gun jamin
My nigga Rock, Damn near died up in my lap
And should'nt nobody have to go through that
I'm FED investigated, got drama in the streets
i'm doin drugs, and tryin to rap and fuck beats
Every other day be like runin from the jake
don't wanna see my dog like that, outta way
It's gettin so, I can't even shed tears
Forget all that, let's talk about these last 5 years
I never took for granted why i'm still breathin
A family is for somethin, but I don't know the reason
I survived through all the agony and pain
Of years pass, dodgin death when you call my name
It's over dog, it's a new time, new era
Almost got 15 years for 3 letters
It's fucked up, the FED's got you snitchin on a ho
No stay of execution, cause niggaz ain't comin home
I lost about 100 niggaz to these streets
My lifestyle's changed, but i still hold heat
I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
colect calls, niggaz be sendin me flix
I'm older now so that means i'm much wiser
Stay 1 step ahead of the game, my pops is liver
He always said grave don't have no fear
He always told me hey don't trust no bitch
He said make sure you take care of your moms
and most important of all, hey don't be no snitch
These are the words that i live by
that's why i'm still here
After 15...

I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
357 degrees Fahrenheit on the thermastat
When I burn the clap at night, Star War
Milleninum guns, titanum
Strap bombs on my back like them Iranians
Surgacial gloves, murderin' thug
Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug
Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix
Boston, state of mine, stay sick
Live rounds, five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights
out (Yo!)

I throw my grees high,
red black silver tab Levi, stay high
Buy the around in a gray five
I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition
Recognize by high park camition
My black B hat, tilted a lil' to the left
Maniac Boston Mass. nigga modo life or death
I'm blowin' hash 'til my very last breath
And I won't stop buckin' 'til there's no one left

*Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit
All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate
3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution

**Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat

Fedaralli most wanted, P.P.V. most tonted
Try to put my head in a gotlent
I'm off pro V, roll freely in a 850
And bang my own shit in my CD deck
Wit ten thou worth of ice around my neck
'Cause I have to pay the price for the love and respect
I walk through the bricks of Kevlar, long sleeve
'Cause ain't no honor amongst thieves
Mad raps runnin' for cheese and get caught in the trap
Suspect 'til prospect for guns and ones
I represent for crooks, killers and dope dealers
See live hustlers turn to job squealers
Can't hold water so they pissed on a nigga
Caught in a quiz now, go figa
My mind setters get the paper and jet
And anybody in the way will gettin' wet
Or help for a Hanson ransom, if they won't pay
Blast 'em, we mash 'em wit 4 pounds
With devices that silence the sound
With no faces, no trace or no plates

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***New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots
New Orleans Tennesse niggas stay hot
D.C. Philly motherfuckers smoke trees
Detroit Carolina niggas toke heat

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*I wanna made man don't care bout what you heard
I don't care what you think
I don't care what they say

We fly threw friendly skies touchdown
Blow smoke out the roof blue bentley crew
Roll up sho' nuff all sold up
Know us hit the spot and get tore up
Show up wit a gang of cars
Valet to parley straight to the bar
Woo skinned suits Timberland boots
Spend enough loot when Made Men come through
We ball wit the ballas all bout dollers
Floss 10 G's in gems round they collars
Luxury life bring a buggin device
but I'm straight up so I'm lovin my life
On a average night might bag ya wife
And make off like a thief with a bag of ice
Box in my goochie watch blow tight
For the whole night I shine like a strobe light

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I see you watchin gettin mad cuz I'm gettin this done
Made Men yo 5 double 0 benzito
My neck and my wrist wear ice no doubt
I'ma still be shinin when the lights blown out
Get it right I'ma big dog recognize
When you see us comin threw best step aside
Take heat to tha game dog watch and learn
I'ma ball till im 80 wit cheese to burn
Gotta keep my eyes open when I bounce in the range
Since I'm stackin change you be lookin strange
but that's alright that's all good
still the flossiest nigga in the whole neighborhood
Should I hit em wit a penny or cop a drop
We be blazin hot made men won't stop
and when the club let out I'll be sittin in my ride
waitin for the shorty that I bagged aside

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Round up the crew and head to the strip place
Luke's choosen booze and expensive drinks
The game out my mouth that I spit at shorties
Go 0 to 60 like a 740
I'm droppin things coppin things
95 diamonds in my pinky ring
I stay O T still cash pile
You know the new style blue reptile
When we show up in the club dont hate
Cause we straight and to blow up we won't wait
Love from the bar free Dom P
Sightsee after G get tipsey
I'm gonna need a spot wit a dime and some change
Move from tha 1500 to the range
Got made men and the system buggin
Compared to my crew your crew say nothin

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*When you wanna get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right now, right now, right
now)

**When you wanna get these riches (right now)
When you wanna fuck these bitches (right now)
It's time to start killin snitches (right now, right now,
right now)

The six re-convicted felon drop gems
With the clique heat addiction, pop the first one flinchin
Takin playas out the game, and bench em, then we lynch em
Listenin to Henchmen to finish off the mission (get em)
All my soldiers into position
Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin
Screamin why his niggas' snitchin
It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones
You gonna play with guns, then I got em by the tons
Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat
You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote
Don't test this infectious, cause GZus wreck shit
A tech smith, your last request, next shit, at your residence
Squeeze with no hesitance, stay forever bent - over dead
presidents
Commit acts with no malice
Tryin to ball out, before my number call-out
Going all-out, can't wait to hear my niggas shout (shout it
out)

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Twist the Philly up
Nigga, what's really up (wassup)
Feel me, throw ya nine-milli up (BOW!)
Guns - get the poppin, forever hip-hoppin
Hot ones clappin, make it happen, with a Mack 10
Wildin, off some liquor
Flee with the heat nigga (yeah)
Tote some weed nigga (yeah)
Slow your speed nigga (yeah)
Throw your hands up high
You a stand-up guy, that won't testify
Best have tried, to come bang with the Made
Compare that, to gun battlin with a switch blade
Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club
Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake
Was bustin you next, like Russian roulette
You wet, and I don't fear nothin you rep

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Sissy, get lick off, shut off, bust off, hear off?
Don't you wanna take some?
Don't you wanna take some? (bust it)
Since when you didn't know I was a Made Man
Benzino-Hangman
Don't get caught up in my gang land
D-techs? still be checkin on my resume'
Still I wet about four niggas anyway
Never worry about defeat cause I roll deep
[pause] Got you runnin down your own street
So if you wanna get some?
(Made Men)

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When you wanna blaze it up (right now)
When you want dollar figgas (right now)
Tell me,
when you wanna fuck these niggas (right now, right now,
right now)

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I'm in party mode now, uhh, you don't stop
C'mon, with the, with the, c'mon
D-Dot, c'mon

*Is it you? (Y'all the ones the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all)
Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?

Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's for shoes
Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz'
Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne
I ran game, Made Men's on they brain
Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles
Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made
Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised
Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's
Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees

Some niggaz talk like P Cardy, won't grab, three shotty
Let off three bodies, platinum three parties
I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that's witcha and
move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so
when I say check this, respect this
If you ain't with me and Made Men, get off the guestlist
You see I'm from a place where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the
street
Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these
freaks
Got a hundred Harlem brothers that'll daze y'all crew
But this is the remix to the Deja Vu

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Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up
It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got
everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces
Ain't no beef, just liquor, and reefer that's cheap
It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave
I wanna know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this, I think you know the consequence
I rock Kangols, my link dangles
Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows

Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to
Don't make me run up in your crib and kill what's in the
cradle
I'll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your
head
Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah
You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves
And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird
Rhyme compatible, my nine'll rip the spine outta you
Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable
I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', real cannibal
Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit's flammable
Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps
Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back
Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit
But can't nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick
I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in
But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?

Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all)
Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?

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Yo
Turn up my headphones
Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
(We about to take you there)

*Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain
How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain?
Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins
Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind

I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa
Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota
Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark
Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked
It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs,
And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar
Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled
Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel
Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain
Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein
I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods
My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards
Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge
Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage
My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend
Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon
When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix
I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch
I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner
Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana
Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo
Cause fuck that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at
Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin
So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind

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I inhale and blow it out
Stress calls, in the Source no doubt
I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker
I had a dream; it seems frustration took us
Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?
Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see
If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got
You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me
Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street
With the same fat beats,
and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats
We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets
to make a smash like the crash test
Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent
I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get
Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up
Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up
I can't relax; I'm never calm
No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to
do me harm
And these street politics got me strapped up
with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks
I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest
Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess
Don't playa hate, hate the game
It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing
flames
Ain't nothing changed

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Where my thugs at? (Made Men) x5

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*We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated
Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated
You fascinated by the way my clan made it
Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission
We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz
We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz
Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard
my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard

I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap
puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat
run circles around your favorite rap star
push a black car, horse power like NASCAR
sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep
sash heep under the back seat, actually
all the beef shit, put to sleep quick
when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless
portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips
grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit
melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village
the illest in this game of code killas
break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet
clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit
the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop
if you ain't up on that check your hit.....
cold hands from the cold steel
hot head from the hot lead
stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal
thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom
then i spend it all on brands son

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It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least
Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef
pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip
up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich
Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick
I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit
No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres
My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies
Antonio, christed out, nice style
more than ever, pull a beretta
I bought my leather, squeeze the level
Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man
With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal,
your gullabull
You and your boys be in your room bangin on books
We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook
and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin
2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation
this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog
Murder for hire dog until I retire dog
You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically
fit
A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit

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