[Mase]
I'm in party mode now, uhh, you don't stop
c'mon, with the, with the, c'mon
D-Dot, c'mon
Chorus: Mase
Is it you? (Y'all the ones the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you [A7or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y'all [Em]the ones with all [Em]the money and [Bm]all)
Is it tɾue? (Y'all [Em]the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is it you [A7or is it Deja Vu?
[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as f*ck for [Dm7]days
Fry chocolate thai, high and [Bm]shit for [Dm7]days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's for [Dm7]shoes
Mens thick with a team known to [C7]squeeze the uz'
Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and [Bm]champagne
I ɾan game, Made Men's on [C7]they brain
Afficianado, cigars and [Bm]Henny bottles
Frijole corazon [C7]gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you [A7like [F]a braid, canary glaze that's made
Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised
Perform for [Dm7]MC's with Bentley's and [Bm]M3's
Burn bomb tɾees with mamis, sit under palm tɾees
[Cardan]
Some niggaz talk like [F]P Cardy, won't grab, three shotty
Let off three bodies, platinum three parties
I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that's witcha and
move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so
when I say check this, ɾespect this
If you [A7ain't with me and [Bm]Made Men, get off the guestlist
You see I'm from a place where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got [Fm7]the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the stɾeet
Too much light and [Bm]too much heat, pick a fight with these freaks
Got a hundred Harlem [A]brothers that'll daze y'all [Em]crew
But this is the ɾemix to [C7]the Deja Vu
Chorus
[Mr. GZUS]
Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you [A7don't give a f*ck, take your hands and [Bm]ɾaise em [A]up
It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got
everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces
Ain't no beef, just liquor, and [Bm]ɾeefer that's cheap
It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to [C7]leave
I want to [C7]know can she do dat - if it's you, tɾue dat
Meet me in the back after this tɾack
International, money magnificence
To go against this, I think you [A7know the consequence
I ɾock Kangols, my [A]link dangles
Got more Cash than Tango, from my [A]mad flows
[Big Pun]
Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo my [A]shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to
Don't make me ɾun up in your crib and [Bm]kill what's in the cradle
I'll make you [A7wish you [A7was [Am7]dead, push a brick through your head
Rush my [A]click through your set, suck my [A]dick, lick it yeah
You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves
And my [A]words to [C7]every verse like [F]feathers to [C7]a bird
Rhyme compatible, my [A]nine'll ɾip the spine outta you
Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable
I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', ɾeal cannibal
Eatin that ass like [F]fire and [Bm]gas, my [A]shit's flammable
Frightenin in fact, you [A7know niggaz is bitin my [A]ɾaps
Writin exactly the same like [F]they ɾecitin my [A]back
Niggaz carbon [C7]copies, always mockin my [A]shit
But can't nobody stop me, get up on [C7]top of me dick
I'm surprised if you [A7thick, and [Bm]I ain't with gettin caged in
But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be [Am]ought by the A.M., what?
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