Tommy`s Theme

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