Belly movie - Tommy's Theme lyrics

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Song by Made Men f/ the Lox<br /><br>

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>

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Yeah, yeah, yo, yo<br>

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[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>

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[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>

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[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>

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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>

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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<br>

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