My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me? I'm a No Limit thug nigga Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer Cause I hang with the MADE Men 600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface And then the Feds started watchin me Johnny Cochran's clockin me Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me Started from the bottom, made it to the top I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me and nickname me The Last Don And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind Deja vu.. You could be the thug that I will do (That's right baby) Is it you? Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve' How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber Puffin head trauma, ? slugs blastin through your body armor Deja vu.. You could be the thug that I will do (Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm) I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM) I keep rememberin Deja Vu Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk Get a taste of this slam dunk Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk Tryin to make all my shit bump til my pockets got the mumps Always pray I never have to dump with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked You shoulda ducked you bitch A killer really never have to switch A-with the real slow pitch that hit Bass that make your ears split Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic Better pay attention who you fuckin with Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies Made Men blow your back out til you black out Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four Made Men, these niggaz bug more Deja vu.. (ahhh, mmmmm) You could be the thug that I will do (Whatchu want me to do baby?) Is it you? (Uh-huh) Deja vu.. (yeahh) Could you be the thug that I want to (it's hot, uh-huh) Is it true? I keep rememberin I keep rememberin Deja Vu
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