[Mase]
I`m in party mode now, uhh, you don`t stop
C`mon, with the, with the, c`mon
D-Dot, c`mon
Chorus: Mase
Is it you? (Y`all the ones the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y`all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y`all the ones with all the money and all)
Is it true? (Y`all the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c`mon, c`mon, c`mon
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous`, new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19`s for shoes
Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz`
Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne
I ran game, Made Men`s on they brain
Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles
Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that`s made
Baguettes don`t shine? Then get it appraised
Perform for MC`s with Bentley`s and M3`s
Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees
[Cardan]
Some niggaz talk like P Cardy, won`t grab, three shotty
Let off three bodies, platinum three parties
I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that`s witcha and
move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so
when I say check this, respect this
If you ain`t with me and Made Men, get off the guestlist
You see I`m from a place where it`s nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove` out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street
Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these freaks
Got a hundred Harlem brothers that`ll daze y`all crew
But this is the remix to the Deja Vu
Chorus
[Mr. GZUS]
Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you don`t give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up
It`s the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got
everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces
Ain`t no beef, just liquor, and reefer that`s cheap
It`s cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave
I wanna know can she do dat - if it`s you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this, I think you know the consequence
I rock Kangols, my link dangles
Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to
Don`t make me run up in your crib and kill what`s in the cradle
I`ll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your head
Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah
You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves
And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird
Rhyme compatible, my nine`ll rip the spine outta you
Why should I battle you? You couldn`t define one parable
I`m thug animal, Hannibal Lect`, real cannibal
Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit`s flammable
Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps
Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back
Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit
But can`t nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick
I`m surprised if you thick, and I ain`t with gettin caged in
But I`m a Made Man, so I`ll be ought by the A.M., what?
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