Tommy's Theme

[Intro]Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]

Runnin' your mouth, I'd have you with a gun in your mouth

Two in your throat, look now, your son is in doubt

Whether or not he should think of pulling his Glock

Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back

Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack

Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that

Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill

It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga wit' will

Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds

I'm from the 'hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, ya heard?

Die in the war, I'd probably resurrect on the floor

Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four

Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS

Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade

We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin' up

Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth

Pitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin my ring

I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing

You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop

One phone call and the Ninas'll pop

Lovin' the wealth, fuck it- I'mma do it myself

For my juvenile niggas (what)

State Penn niggas (what)

LOX niggas (what)

And Made Men niggas (what)

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights (uh huh)

I hit the switch twice, some shit come out (what, what)

That's endin' your life, we use revolvers, no shells

Who the fuck gon' tell?

If for the big crews, I let my shit go

Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies

Watch, I make a POW like the World Series is won

I told y'all about fucking with son

Steady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones

.22 behind the ear and the big shit that we kill deers with

Be on the roof, on some Dead President shit

Long scope, barrel all open to the public, I love it

Fuck it, I hafta take a rifle home and hug it

Whatcha know about that, love? Black gloves

No back up, only this vest

Only these teffs, only these lefts

Fishermen knives that cut in your chest

If I get jerked, it's like on nigga in the Army that fuck up

The whole squad gon' do pushups til somebody pays me

But instead of calisthenics, y'all gon' push up daisies

You crazy?

Now, what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?

I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend

Niggas comin' outta the store like what the fuck is that stinkin'? (you bitches)

[Verse 3: Antonio Twice Thou]

Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gat

I say raps over Hangmen tracks

And make hot wax, nigga, with The LOX cats

Bad Boys and Made Men, mad mayhem

We'll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days Inn

Sprayin' rounds in you from heavy level caliber

My calicos, automatically mechanical

Botanical Garden, douja, fuck a sergeant with my folder

Roll like Red October over Small Soldier

Your flak jacket, won't react when I splash it

Your domes gon' catch it off my laser beam gadget

Steal your bitch like a base in a game of baseball

And don't sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all

If my names called out, y'all niggas gon' fall outta position

Cuz punk MCing is like snitchin'

Get hung from third tier, in your underwear

Pour lighter fluid in your hair, spark it up for the New Year

[Verse 4: Benzino]

With eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock star

Twin Berettas, I owe vendettas, positions locked down

I'm with The LOX now, you better clear your block now

My gattin' average, slay a thousand, I'm major league

I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no

Games with you niggas 'cause you small pressed (small pressed)

I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches

While bums fucking all your bitches

I played it back, press playback, you know that

My team wanna hear that

They blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt me

My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah)

Benzino make you finito (what)

You're all done (what)

Don't trust a nigga in the back while you ridin' shotgun

[Verse 5: Mr. G-zus]

I get you wild criminal, skill to kill when the beat spill

Spark into a windmill, cold hearted, feel the chill

Internationally known, nationally recognized

Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets

Cuz they know I rep it

Don't get caught in the path of something that is Man Made

Something Hell raised, bred to twist a nigga sideways

It's wild all over, they startin' out young

The shells come and Hell come, they kickin' dust from (dust from)

The South's dirty dirty, up North is filthy

The East is a jungle, the West is wild

Feel me?

So, I spit the hot shit like Glock clips symphian

You feelin' and receivin' what dispersed from the other end

G-zus got the strength of 20 men high off the Henn

Got no other way to live my life but to live it in sin (in sin)

Cuz Rosemary's baby got the Devil within (got the Devil)

I make it hot when you wanna blow the spot

Say when, or say LOX and Made Men, nigga