Made Men — текст песни (Thug Lordz f Killa Tay)

[Killa Tay]
I`m at the point of no return, fuck what you talkin`
I want money like Big Worm, I ain`t tryin` to get burned
I learned the hard way so now everyday is a holiday
It`s dirty, but it`s the game that we gotta play
It`s all the same from L.A. to the Bay
??? full of pot heads chasin` the pain
They say the streets ain`t safe, so everybody ride strapped up
??? got it locked, locked the block it`s like that
I got goons posted up at the room
Still coming home smellin` like gun powder and perfume
Still real from the womb to the tomb
I bring goons, still riding, signing autographs shining like the moon
Step wrong,I light up your life like Pat Goon
Don Dada when the gat boom
Read the headlines, niggaz doin` fed time stuck in the prison
That ain`t livin`, I know you probly felt like snitchin`
But read what you saw that`s what the good book tell us
If you ain`t M-O-B, you either shook or you jealous
`Cause we ain`t playin` with Pellut Guns, you suckas keep bumpin` ya guns
So now you finally gettin` fucked like Nuns
It`s halocaust, we gon` hall `em off
All that floss got you headed on a one way trip to a coffin
Fuck talkin` I`m walkin` front line with Bo
Until my shine don`t glow or it`s my time to go
But...

(Talking about the Mafia)

[Yukmouth]
Geah.. nigga
Spark the ganja up, H2 Tonka truck
26 deep dish make my shit look like a monster truck
Gettin` swallowed up by a gangsta bitch, Gobble up
Y`all be givin` dollas up for pussy, Bitches sponsor us
In the Mob we trust it`s the Mafia, La Kosta Nostra
Lots of Coke and lots of Doja, Lots of Souljas
Mobstas focus, in drops and Rovers
Front work to the block controlla, let him rock `n roll ya
Carson Daly, flossin` daily, and drive Mercedes it ain`t all gravy
Fuck y`all pay me, cross the Mob lose your broad and baby
Police they all hate me, I ball like McGrady
And I`m the one like Neo, still Desert Eagle
Keep throwin` bricks like Shaquille at a free throw
Yuk and C-Bo the sequel
Made niggaz that`ll have ya wacked like the Beatle in Casino
Nigga...

(Talking about the Mafia)

[C-Bo]
Got the Benz on 20`s, the Porsche on 19`s
10 Millimeter clips extended to 19`s
Ya never ever cross a killa that`s like me
Tank top, white tee, jeans and Nike`s
Bangin` since the first day Reagen got elected
Yeah, since the first day AIDS got detected
I ain`t got a problem with touchin` or bustin` it`s nothin`
Like AIDS, ya get it like ??? Huston
The vest won`t protect ya, it just slow ya down
Let the gauge racket go up, bet it blow you down
When it come to my money don`t play ho
You`ll have us on your ass like the attack of the killer tomatos
I was born with a halo, turned into horns
Said I was evil my every step would burn through the floor
I`m tired of life, my every turn is to the morgue
Ya little sister grew up in church and turned into a whore...

(Talking about the Mafia)



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