[Intro]
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Extraordinary
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(New shit, Made Men)
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The undisputed Made Men
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[Verse One]
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Ey yo
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retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out
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(Nigga) I see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout
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We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses
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deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first
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My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman
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we last man standing, who dead man walkin'
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It's five fingers to death, when I clutch
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the microphone in my hand
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I know you niggas don't understand
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Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro
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one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero
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I shot the shit outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted
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Don't get it twisted, I'm livin and dyin by the biscuit
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But I risk it, I mean my life, I sacrifice
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So fuck y'all twice, thats right I'm actin sheist
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When shots pop off, you betta duck when I done
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with the automatic pump and I'm never in the shootin slum
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My face isn't definately the law
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in the jigsaw, puzzle
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while I screw and muscle on my six-saw
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Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it
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Yo whole fuckin' staff, who get they wigs melted
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When I'm rushed out, fresh out
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verbal bash-out
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P.D.'s that made man
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ready to get off for some action
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[Interlude]
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(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
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... when you dealin' with some made men
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(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
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... don't be sleepin' on these made men
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(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
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... when you fuckin' with some made men
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(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
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[Verse Two]
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Yo, its warfare, I'm splittin your hair, with a missle
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cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol
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Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
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you shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
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Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect
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elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
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I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact
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combat, doubt that can so you contract
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close casket, with the eight by ten
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sittin on top of the coffin
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never again fuck with made men
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Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess
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splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left
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I keep they thinkin' second guess and
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Mr. Unpredictable, I'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon
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With indestructable niggas that called made man
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He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin'
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Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries
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(Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry
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My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
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never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face
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These never-minded motherfuckers with advances
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mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man
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My man, ok probably unmistakently
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Motherfuckers, who make a homicide and never mystery
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[Outro]
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(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
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... when you dealin' with some made men ...
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Made Men
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DJ Clue |