Song | Made Men |
Artist | DJ Clue? |
Album | The Professional |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ennis, Scott | |
Extraordinary | |
(new *************t, made men) | |
The undisputed made men | |
[verse one] | |
Ey yo | |
Retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out | |
(*************) i see you sweatin', don't try a reachable gunout | |
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses | |
Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first | |
My squad'll attack u in threes, no need for darkman | |
We last man standing, who dead man walkin' | |
It's five fingers to death, when i clutch | |
The microphone in my hand | |
I know you *************s don't understand | |
Play my position, hold it down just like de niro | |
One of the coldest, mortal kombat, sub-zero | |
I shot the *************t outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted | |
Don't get it twisted, i'm livin and dyin by the biscuit | |
But i risk it, i mean my life, i sacrifice | |
So ************* y'all twice, thats right i'm actin sheist | |
When shots pop off, you betta duck when i done | |
With the automatic pump and i'm never in the shootin slum | |
My face isn't definately the law | |
In the jigsaw, puzzle | |
While i screw and muscle on my six-saw | |
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it | |
Yo whole ******' staff, who get they wigs melted | |
When i'm rushed out, fresh out | |
Verbal bash-out | |
P.d.'s that made man | |
Ready to get off for some action | |
[interlude] | |
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) | |
... when you dealin' with some made men | |
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) | |
... don't be sleepin' on these made men | |
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) | |
... when you ******' with some made men | |
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) | |
[verse two] | |
Yo, its warfare, i'm splittin your hair, with a missle | |
Cos i be squezzin' that type of *************t up out my pistol | |
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome | |
You shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam | |
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect | |
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet | |
I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact | |
Combat, doubt that can so you contract | |
Close casket, with the eight by ten | |
Sittin on top of the coffin | |
Never again ************* with made men | |
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith&wess | |
Splittin' flesh and i still got a mission left | |
I keep they thinkin' second guess and | |
Mr. unpredictable, i'm askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon | |
With indestructable *************s that called made man | |
He grabbin' *************t, i grab mine, so now we blazin' | |
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries | |
(come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry | |
My right hand ************* be my nickel nine on my ways | |
Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face | |
These never-minded mother******s with advances | |
Mean i try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man | |
My man, ok probably unmistakently | |
Mother******s, who make a homicide and never mystery | |
[outro] | |
(you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves) | |
... when you dealin' with some made men ... |
zuo ci : Ennis, Scott | |
Extraordinary | |
new t, made men | |
The undisputed made men | |
verse one | |
Ey yo | |
Retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out | |
i see you sweatin', don' t try a reachable gunout | |
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses | |
Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first | |
My squad' ll attack u in threes, no need for darkman | |
We last man standing, who dead man walkin' | |
It' s five fingers to death, when i clutch | |
The microphone in my hand | |
I know you s don' t understand | |
Play my position, hold it down just like de niro | |
One of the coldest, mortal kombat, subzero | |
I shot the t outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted | |
Don' t get it twisted, i' m livin and dyin by the biscuit | |
But i risk it, i mean my life, i sacrifice | |
So y' all twice, thats right i' m actin sheist | |
When shots pop off, you betta duck when i done | |
With the automatic pump and i' m never in the shootin slum | |
My face isn' t definately the law | |
In the jigsaw, puzzle | |
While i screw and muscle on my sixsaw | |
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it | |
Yo whole ' staff, who get they wigs melted | |
When i' m rushed out, fresh out | |
Verbal bashout | |
P. d.' s that made man | |
Ready to get off for some action | |
interlude | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you dealin' with some made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... don' t be sleepin' on these made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you ' with some made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
verse two | |
Yo, its warfare, i' m splittin your hair, with a missle | |
Cos i be squezzin' that type of t up out my pistol | |
Don' t talk that tone, if you ain' t gon' spark the chrome | |
You shook and ain' t got no tests, starts the roam | |
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect | |
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain' t acquirin' yet | |
I' m on that, hot rock and punk contact | |
Combat, doubt that can so you contract | |
Close casket, with the eight by ten | |
Sittin on top of the coffin | |
Never again with made men | |
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith wess | |
Splittin' flesh and i still got a mission left | |
I keep they thinkin' second guess and | |
Mr. unpredictable, i' m askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon | |
With indestructable s that called made man | |
He grabbin' t, i grab mine, so now we blazin' | |
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries | |
come on cops smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry | |
My right hand be my nickel nine on my ways | |
Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face | |
These neverminded mother s with advances | |
Mean i try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man | |
My man, ok probably unmistakently | |
Mother s, who make a homicide and never mystery | |
outro | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you dealin' with some made men ... |
zuò cí : Ennis, Scott | |
Extraordinary | |
new t, made men | |
The undisputed made men | |
verse one | |
Ey yo | |
Retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out | |
i see you sweatin', don' t try a reachable gunout | |
We take no prisoneers, never leavin' witnesses | |
Deadly venoms, on contact, my team strikes first | |
My squad' ll attack u in threes, no need for darkman | |
We last man standing, who dead man walkin' | |
It' s five fingers to death, when i clutch | |
The microphone in my hand | |
I know you s don' t understand | |
Play my position, hold it down just like de niro | |
One of the coldest, mortal kombat, subzero | |
I shot the t outly, whippin the hantle clinch fisted | |
Don' t get it twisted, i' m livin and dyin by the biscuit | |
But i risk it, i mean my life, i sacrifice | |
So y' all twice, thats right i' m actin sheist | |
When shots pop off, you betta duck when i done | |
With the automatic pump and i' m never in the shootin slum | |
My face isn' t definately the law | |
In the jigsaw, puzzle | |
While i screw and muscle on my sixsaw | |
Bringin it to ya ass, in a way you never felt it | |
Yo whole ' staff, who get they wigs melted | |
When i' m rushed out, fresh out | |
Verbal bashout | |
P. d.' s that made man | |
Ready to get off for some action | |
interlude | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you dealin' with some made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... don' t be sleepin' on these made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you ' with some made men | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
verse two | |
Yo, its warfare, i' m splittin your hair, with a missle | |
Cos i be squezzin' that type of t up out my pistol | |
Don' t talk that tone, if you ain' t gon' spark the chrome | |
You shook and ain' t got no tests, starts the roam | |
Yo, we man of respect, with our own dialect | |
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain' t acquirin' yet | |
I' m on that, hot rock and punk contact | |
Combat, doubt that can so you contract | |
Close casket, with the eight by ten | |
Sittin on top of the coffin | |
Never again with made men | |
Your last breath, the kiss of death, from the smith wess | |
Splittin' flesh and i still got a mission left | |
I keep they thinkin' second guess and | |
Mr. unpredictable, i' m askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon | |
With indestructable s that called made man | |
He grabbin' t, i grab mine, so now we blazin' | |
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries | |
come on cops smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry | |
My right hand be my nickel nine on my ways | |
Never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face | |
These neverminded mother s with advances | |
Mean i try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man | |
My man, ok probably unmistakently | |
Mother s, who make a homicide and never mystery | |
outro | |
you wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for themselves | |
... when you dealin' with some made men ... |