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DJ Clue F/ Made Men Made Men Here are the song lyrics for Made Men by DJ Clue F/ Made Men. For more excellent DJ Clue F/ Made Men lyrics, run a search! [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 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] (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 ...
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