Dj Clue lyrics
Dj Clue lyrics
"Made Men lyrics"
God's Will lyrics
I met God's Will on a Halloween night He was dressed as a bag of leaves It hid the braces on his legs at first His smile was as bright as the August sun When he looked at me As he struggled down the driveway, it almost Made me hurt Will don't walk too good Will don't talk too good He won't do the things that the other kids do, In our neighborhood [Chorus:] I'
I met God's Will on a Halloween night He was dressed as a bag of leaves It hid the braces on his legs at first His smile was as bright as the August sun When he looked at me As he struggled down the driveway, it almost Made me hurt Will don't walk too good Will don't talk too good He won't do the things that the other kids do, In our neighborhood [Chorus:] I'
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[Intro]
Extraordinary
(New shit, Made Men)
The undisputed Made Men
[Verse One]
Ey yo
retreat your betallion quick, before your time run out
(Nigga) 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 niggas don't understand
Blod Davor lyrics
Ihr h?ngt nur vor'm Computerspiel In eurer Stadt passiert nicht viel M?chtet gro?e Punk-Stars sein - Doch jeder tr?umt f?r sich allein Im Leben kommt ihr niemals weit Weil ihr zu brave Kinder seid Billig Verst?rker Kaufhaus Gitarren So haben wir doch auch mal angefangen Billig Verst?rker Kaufhaus Gitarren Sowas klaut man sich doch schnell zusammen - Takte, Noten, Technik - Wozu? Wir stehn auf der B?hne
Ihr h?ngt nur vor'm Computerspiel In eurer Stadt passiert nicht viel M?chtet gro?e Punk-Stars sein - Doch jeder tr?umt f?r sich allein Im Leben kommt ihr niemals weit Weil ihr zu brave Kinder seid Billig Verst?rker Kaufhaus Gitarren So haben wir doch auch mal angefangen Billig Verst?rker Kaufhaus Gitarren Sowas klaut man sich doch schnell zusammen - Takte, Noten, Technik - Wozu? Wir stehn auf der B?hne
Play my position, hold it down just like De Niro
one of the coldest, Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero
I shot the shit 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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
The Planet Doesn't Mind lyrics
That's right When the planet isn't looking It gets taken by surprise That's right What on earth is really happening Is for you to realise If the planet doesn't mind It must be alright And if the planet doesn't care It must be all square When you live within the scenery When you're hidden in the crowd That's right Doesn't matter what it seems to be Now that anything's allowed If the planet doesn't mind
some made menThat's right When the planet isn't looking It gets taken by surprise That's right What on earth is really happening Is for you to realise If the planet doesn't mind It must be alright And if the planet doesn't care It must be all square When you live within the scenery When you're hidden in the crowd That's right Doesn't matter what it seems to be Now that anything's allowed If the planet doesn't mind
(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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 fuck with made men
Your las
Ain't Got No Dough lyrics
(feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott) [Eve] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Bet I make you a believer Fever, what you catch when you see her Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1 Never Eve stressin' for your lovin' I don't want none Peep her, two seater Look at you nigga actin' like you need her You run blocks with your henney on the rocks You don't think I see you wiling
t breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess(feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott) [Eve] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Bet I make you a believer Fever, what you catch when you see her Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1 Never Eve stressin' for your lovin' I don't want none Peep her, two seater Look at you nigga actin' like you need her You run blocks with your henney on the rocks You don't think I see you wiling
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 niggas that called made man
He grabbin' shit, 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 nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
never hesitate to pull a gun so now you gotta face
These never-minded motherfuckers with advances
mean I try to hear you, leave those shells in your heads, man
My man, ok probably unmistakently
Motherfuckers, 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 ...