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[Mann Terror:] Ain't no mistaken you see my chain you know who I'm with Made niggas banging them hits, you banging them fist With just a few good niggas, we can make this doe And with a few good heaters, we can make some more You only get something hot when you face the mob Probably blow a whole job with Escobar From the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed Fucking with my dawgs only get you rained through quick So much ice in my jewels I can be from Bedrock And I smoke that weed that put your brain in headlock Wanna be a witness nigga you can witness this! Four fevers straight to your wig splitting your shit Niggas hate you if you make it, so they pray you fail Petty bitches run their mouth, Jake want you in jail That's the life of a Made Men, tighten the game plan Come through and bomb things, we either hang men [Chorus: Ray Benzino] It takes a few good niggas just to set it off Watch your back, squeeze triggers then we let it off We're annoyed by the fact nigga's telling too much It's a shame how these nigga's always jelling in such You can't handle the truth, the words that we speak It's time for us to separate the strong from the weak Gangsta real shit from beginning to the end Letras de canciones(Nas to QB), Boston Made Men, (What?) [Nas:] Fuck around lay around nigga Yo as the blunt hangs low from my defiant lips Smoke emerge in the shape of halo's the chronic's lit My hoes are pornographic, flow's orgasmic Doe stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training five kids to blow Fraction of my mind died years ago, miserable drunk Beers at most, swung at by school principal then I flunk Peace to my foes who really took it dead with the beef Peace to them hoes who left their pussy hairs in my teeth I've proposed to the street corners, heat on us to clap the phony Thug matrimony, champions like Shaq and Kobe Porno stars hoes like, Nairobi Knight wanna fuck us It's ruckus, water bed half the niggas can't touch us Seen it happen to the best, clap to their death I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions Look at my eyes, pupils are neutral To the shit my body done, I shot lots of guns .22's, .45's to none, to murder a Virgo Spooky bitches try reading my chart I sleep with lights on, grown and scared of the dark It's not because of horror movies but the art of the beast Sparking Uzi's, rest in peace Barkin, it's war in 2G I wish my words could resurrect Ennis Cosby I'd make Stevie or Ray Charles see the hate that bothers me I feel like pulling out patches of my own hair Said the words of my friend paralyzed in his wheelchair It's like... [Chorus: Ray Benzino] [L.O.:] Born in a project hall next to a fiend smacked out Plus my pops wasn't around and my moms was cracked out OG's in my air trying to better my routes Put me up on made niggas with major clout A few of the best, nigga we're the last ones left From Boston to Queensbridge, better grab your vest Don't want these hot tests burning your flesh Jealous niggas hate us to death, gorgeous ladies giving us sex Loving and living, bank rolls, sagging my denims D's on our dick, rather see us locked in prison Noisy neighbors look out their windows all in our business My man ink spots the deceased, I'm trying to stay alive These niggas always saying dead dawg, But whose dawg dies? It's me against the world, but I'm a hold my own Work my way up, and soon enough I had a throne Don't get it twisted I'm a bastard but boy I'm grown And only fuck with a few niggas [Chorus: Ray Benzino] [Outro: Nas] That's right nigga, a few good niggas No fake niggas, only real niggas making shit happen in 2000 baby Nas and Made Men, I love to see my niggas get money That shit makes me feel good; I love to see niggas get money I love to see niggas get money A few good niggas, that's us From Letras Mania