Tommy’s Theme Made Men (Ft. The LOX)

[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)