Made Men - Tommy's Theme lyrics

Made Men, motherf**ers (motherf**ers) L-O-X, motherf**ers (motherf**ers) Made Men, motherf**ers (motherf**ers) L-O-X, motherf**ers (motherf**ers) Made Men, motherf**ers (motherf**ers) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo Runnin' your mouth, I'd have you with a gun in your mouth Two in your throat, look now, your son is in doubt Whether or not he should think of pulling his glock Matter of fact, my n***a got a gun to his back Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that sh** is for real, so n***as better get in and chill It ain't the bullets that'll k**, it's a n***a wit' will Just give me the word, all my n***as get it with birds I'm from the 'hood, so I stood on the curb, n***a, ya heard? Die in the war, I'd probably resurrect on the floor Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four n***a, we made, touch more n***as than AIDS Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade We livin' it up, got big n***as shrivelin' up Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth Pitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin my ring I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop One phone call and the Neena's a pop Lovin' the wealth, f** it- I'ma do it myself For my juvenile n***as (what) State Penn n***as (what) LOX n***as (what) And Made Men n***as (what) Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights (uh huh) I hit the switch twice, some sh** come out (what, what) Descendin' your life, we use revolvers, no shells Who the f** gon' tell? If for the big crews, I let my sh** go Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies Watch, I make a POW like the World Series is won I told y'all about f**ing with son Steady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones .22 behind the ear and the big sh** that we k** deers with Be on the roof, on some Dead President sh** Long scope, barrel open to the public, I love it f** it! I hafta take a rifle home and hug it Whatcha know about that, love? Black gloves No back up, only this vest Only these teffs, only these lefts Fishermen knives that cut in your chest If I get jerked, it's like on n***a in the Army f** up The whole squad gon' do pushups til somebody page me But instead of calesthetics, y'all gon' push up daisies You crazy? Now, what the f** was y'all thinkin? I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend n***as comin outta the store like what the f** is that stink, b**h? Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gat I stay raps over hangman tracks And make hot wax, n***a, with the Lox cats Bad Boys and Made Men matinee mayhem We'll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days Inn Sprayin' rounds in you from heavy level caliber My calicos, automatically mechanical Botanical Garden, douja, f** a sergeant with my folder Roll like Red October over Small Soldier You're flack-jacking, won't react when I splat sh** Your domes gon' patch it off my laser beam gadget Steal your b**h like a base in a game of baseball And don't sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all If my names carved out, y'all n***as gon' fall outta position Cuz punk MC in this light snitchin' Get hung from third tier, in your underwear Pour lighter fluid in your hair, spart it up for the New Year With eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock star Twin Barettas, I owe vendettas, postions locked down I'm with the Lox now, you better play your block now My gat, in average, slay a thousand, a major league I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no Gamed with you n***as cuz you small pressed (small pressed) I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches While bums f**ing all your b**hes I played it back, press playback, you know that My team wanna hear that They blood thirsty, certainly k** those who hunt me My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah) Benzito make you fanito (what) You're all done (what) Don't trust a n***a in the back while you ridin' shotgun I get you wild criminal, sk** to k** when the beat spill Spark into a windmill, cold hearted- feel the chill In a nationally known, nationally recognized Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets Cuz they know I rap it Don't get caught in the path of something that is Man Made Something Hell raised, breed, twisted n***as sideways It's wild all over, they startin' out young The shells come and Hell come, they kickin' dust from (dust from) The South's dirty dirty, up North is filthy The East is a jungle, the West is wild Feel me? So, I spit the hot sh** like glock clips symphian You feelin' and receivin' what the expression of other in Jesus got the strength of 20 men high off the Henn Got 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 spot Say when, or say Lox and Made Men, n***a