Текст (слова) песни: Thug Lordz f Killa Tay - Made Men

[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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Thug Lordz f Killa Tay - Made Men [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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Made Men: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/12328.html Все тексты песен: Thug Lordz f Killa Tay » Thug Lordz f Killa Tay - Made Men Рекомендуем скачать: » move - Fields Of People » Megadeth - Black Curtains » mitchell joni - Sex Kills » Manilla Road - Metal Storm » malmsteen yngwie - dreamin \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Mental Home - Winter Art » Manhattan Transfer - Rosianna » Manowar - Warlord » Mana - vivir sin aire unplugged \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc country - sally goodin \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Mariah Carey - Thank God I Found You » Mario - C`mon » MF Doom f Count Bass-D (Dwight Spits) - Appetizers: Potholderz » Mary J Blige - Rainy Dayz » Mariah Carey and amp; Jermaine Dupri - Sweetheart » Mike Pinder - The Power Of Love (Can Survive) » Moloko - Tatty Narja » mcentire reba - The Greatest Man I Never Knew » Mr. Serv-On - Tryin` to Make It Out da Ghetto » Master P f Westside Connection - Bangin`
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