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Made Men f The Lox

Tommy`s Theme

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Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)Yeah, yeah, yo, yo[Jadakiss & Styles]Runnin` your mouth, I`d have you with a gun in your mouthTwo in your throat, look now, your son is in doubtWhether or not he should think of pulling his glockMatter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his backSqueeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smackTake the joint off his waist and hit him with thatShit is for real, so niggas better get in and chillIt ain`t the bullets that`ll kill, it`s a nigga wit` willJust give me the word, all my niggas get it with birdsI`m from the `hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, ya heard?Die in the war, I`d probably resurrect on the floorThen get up, yellin` for more, bangin` the fourNigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDSBust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shadeWe livin` it up, got big niggas shrivelin` upSick in they house, dyin` with they dick in they mouthPitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin my ringI`m doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bingYou gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the cropOne phone call and the Neena`s a popLovin` the wealth, fuck it- I`ma do it myselfFor my juvenile niggas (what)State Penn niggas (what)LOX niggas (what)And Made Men niggas (what)[Sheek]Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights (uh huh)I hit the switch twice, some shit come out (what, what)Descendin` your life, we use revolvers, no shellsWho the fuck gon` tell?If for the big crews, I let my shit goParat-a-tat-atat at y`all fairiesWatch, I make a POW like the World Series is wonI told y`all about fucking with sonSteady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones.22 behind the ear and the big shit that we kill deers withBe on the roof, on some Dead President shitLong scope, barrel open to the public, I love itFuck it! I hafta take a rifle home and hug itWhatcha know about that, love? Black glovesNo back up, only this vestOnly these teffs, only these leftsFishermen knives that cut in your chestIf I get jerked, it`s like on nigga in the Army fuck upThe whole squad gon` do pushups til somebody page meBut instead of calesthetics, y`all gon` push up daisiesYou crazy?Now, what the fuck was y`all thinkin?I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekendNiggas comin outta the store like what the fuck is that stink, bitch?[Made Men]Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gatI stay raps over hangman tracksAnd make hot wax, nigga, with the Lox catsBad Boys and Made Men matinee mayhemWe`ll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days InnSprayin` rounds in you from heavy level caliberMy calicos, automatically mechanicalBotanical Garden, douja, fuck a sergeant with my folderRoll like Red October over Small SoldierYou`re flack-jacking, won`t react when I splat shitYour domes gon` patch it off my laser beam gadgetSteal your bitch like a base in a game of baseballAnd don`t sweat, lookin` for heat, I can`t wait to face y`allIf my names carved out, y`all niggas gon` fall outta positionCuz punk MC in this light snitchin`Get hung from third tier, in your underwearPour lighter fluid in your hair, spart it up for the New YearWith eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock starTwin Barettas, I owe vendettas, postions locked downI`m with the Lox now, you better play your block nowMy gat, in average, slay a thousand, a major leagueI make ya bleed, my aim`s bueno, we play noGamed with you niggas cuz you small pressed (small pressed)I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your richesWhile bums fucking all your bitchesI played it back, press playback, you know thatMy team wanna hear thatThey blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt meMy Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah)Benzito make you fanito (what)You`re all done (what)Don`t trust a nigga in the back while you ridin` shotgunI get you wild criminal, skill to kill when the beat spillSpark into a windmill, cold hearted- feel the chillIn a nationally known, nationally recognizedLocally accepted from my peeps on the streetsCuz they know I rap itDon`t get caught in the path of something that is Man MadeSomething Hell raised, breed, twisted niggas sidewaysIt`s wild all over, they startin` out youngThe shells come and Hell come, they kickin` dust from (dust from)The South`s dirty dirty, up North is filthyThe East is a jungle, the West is wildFeel me? So, I spit the hot shit like glock clips symphianYou feelin` and receivin` what the expression of other in Jesus got the strength of 20 men high off the HennGot no other way to live my life but to live it in sin (in sin)Cuz Rosemary`s baby got the Devil within (got the Devil)I make it hot when you wanna blow the spotSay when, or say Lox and Made Men, nigga

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