Made Men (feat. DJ Clue|Explicit)歌词-Made Men&DJ Clue

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Made Men (feat. DJ Clue|Explicit)歌词完整版

Made Men - DJ Clue

Extraordinary

New sh*t new sh*t made men made men

The undisputed made men

Ey yo

Retreat your betallion quick before your time run out

Ni**a 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

I shot the sh*t outly whipping the hantle clinch fisted

Don't get it twisted I'm living and dying by the biscuit

But I risk it I mean my life I sacrifice

So f**k y'all twice that's right I'm acting sheist

When shots pop off you betta duck when I done

With the automatic pump and I'm never in the shooting slum

My face isn't definately the law

In the jigsaw puzzle

While I screw and muscle on my six-saw

Bringing it to ya a** in a way you never felt it

Yo whole f**kin' staff who get they wigs melted

When I'm rushed out fresh out

Verbal bash-out

Pd's that made man

Ready to get off for some action

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 f**kin' with some made men

You wanna roam in these streets cousin' every man for themselves

Yo its warfare I'm splitting your hair with a missle

Cos I be squezzin' that type of sh*t 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

Sitting on top of the coffin

Never again f**k 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' sh*t 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 ni**a be my nickel nine on my ways

Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face

These never-minded motherf**kers with advances

Mean I try to hear you leave those shells in your heads man

My man ok probably unmistakently

Motherf**kers who make a homicide and never mystery

You wanna roam in these streets cousin' every man for themselves

When you dealin' with some made men