Made men, motherfucker
L O X, motherfucker
(2x)
Yeah, yeah, runnin' your mouth
I 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 all my niggas get in and chill
Name the bullets that'll kill-it's a nigga with will
Just give me the word, all my niggas get in with ??
Im from the hood so i'll sit on the curb, nigga ya heard?
Die in the war, i'll probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up yellin for more, bangin the four
Nigga we may touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
We livin it up, got big niggas sit in the truck
Sick in they house, dyin with they dick in they mouth
Pitch and i swing you oughta be kissing my ring
Im doing my thing, lawyer money outta the bing
You goin' either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the needles'll pop
Lovin the wealth, fuck it I'm a do it myself
For my juvenile niggas, stay pen niggas, lox niggas and made men niggas
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