Made Men (feat. Made Men)

Extraordinary

The undisputed made men

Aye yo, retreat your battalion quick before your time run out

I see you sweating, don't try and reach, I pull gun out

We take no prisoners, never leaving witnesses

Deadly venoms on contact, my team strikes first

My squadron attacks in threes, no need for talking

We last man standing, you dead man walking

It's five fingers of death when I clutch a microphone in my hand

I know you **** don't understand

Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro

One of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero

I shoot the shit outta you, gripping the handle, clench-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 fuck ya'll twice, that's right, I'm acting sheisty

When shots pop off

You better duck when I dunk

With the automatic pump and I'm never in a shooting slump

My faces of death leave the law in a jigsaw

Puzzle, while I screw a muzzle on my 6-saw

Bringing it to your ass in a way you never felt it

Your whole fucking staff will get they wigs melted

When I'm rashing, thrashing, verbal-bashing

PD's that made man, ready to get off in some action

You, you all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they-self

When you dealing with some made men

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they-self

Don't be sleeping on these made men

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they-self

When you fucking with some made men

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they-self

Yo, it's warfare, I'm splitting your hair with a missile

'Cause I be squeezing 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 testosterone

Yo, we men of respect with our own dialect

Element of surprise, wise, got skill you ain't acquired yet

I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact

Combat, doubt I care, so you contract

Close casket with the eight by ten

Sitting on top of the coffin, never again fuck with made men

Your last breath, the kiss of death from the Smith & Wess

Splitting flesh and I still got a mission left

I keep these **** second-guessing

Mister Unpredictable, I'm nasty

Spitting loogies from my weapon

We're indestructible, **** they call made men

He grab your shit, I grab mine, so now we blazing

Tomorrow never dies, we suicide missionaries

Smoking hash keeps my vision blurry

My right hand **** be my nickel-9 on my waist

Never hesitate to pull a gun, so now you gotta face

These devil-minded motherfuckers with a vengeance

Me not tryna hear you, me throwing shells at your henchmen

My man are capably unmistakably

Motherfuckers who make a homicide another mystery

You all alone in these streets, cousin

Every man for they-self