Текст песни Dj Clue - Made Men
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[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`, don`t try a reachable gunoutWe take no prisoneers, never leavin` witnessesdeadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes firstMy squad`ll attack u in threes, no need for darkmanwe last man standing, who dead man walkin`It`s five fingers to death, when I clutchthe microphone in my handI know you niggas don`t 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 fistedDon`t get it twisted, I`m livin and dyin by the biscuitBut I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrificeSo fuck y`all twice, thats right I`m actin sheistWhen shots pop off, you betta duck when I donewith the automatic pump and I`m never in the shootin slumMy face isn`t 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 fuckin` staff, who get they wigs meltedWhen I`m 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)... 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 misslecos I be squezzin` that type of shit up out my pistolDon`t talk that tone, if you ain`t gon` spark the chromeyou shook and ain`t got no tests, starts the roamYo, we man of respect, with our own dialectelements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain`t acquirin` yetI`m 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 fuck 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, I`m askin`, spittin` loogies from my weaponWith indestructable niggas that called made manHe grabbin` shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin`Tomorrow 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 motherfuckers with advancesmean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, manMy man, ok probably unmistakentlyMotherfuckers, 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 ...