Made Men Lyrics - Dj Clue

[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 

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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] 

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(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 ...