THUG LORDZ

THUG LORDZ - Made Men lyrics

rate me

(feat. 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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