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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Made Men, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
L-O-X, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Made Men, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
L-O-X, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Made Men, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Runnin' your mouth, I'll 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 pullin' his Glock
Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back
Squeeze three, turn him around and give him a smack
Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get it and chill
It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga with will
Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds
I'm from the hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, you heard?
Die in the war, I'll probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four
Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin' up
Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth
Bitch, and I swing, you oughta be kissin' my ring
I'm doin' my thing, lawyer money out of the bing
You gon' either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the Nina's a pop
Lovin' the wealth, fuck it, I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas (What?), state pen' niggas (What?)
L-O-X niggas (What?), and Made Men niggas (What?)
Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights
I hit the switch twice, some shit come out that's endin' your life
We use revolvers, no shells, who the fuck gon' tell?
But for the big crews, I let my shit
Go brra-ta-ta-ta-ta at y'all fairies
And watch 'em make a pile like the World Series is won
I told y'all 'bout fuckin' with son
Study my guns from the biggest to the littlest ones
Twenty-two behind the ear
And the big shit that we kill deers with