[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 or is it Deja Vu? Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all) Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
[Made Men] Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days Benz 6, V-12, 19's for shoes Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz' Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne I ran game, Made Men's on they brain Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees
[Cardan] Some niggaz talk like 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, respect this If you ain't with me and 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 the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the street Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these freaks Got a hundred Harlem brothers that'll daze y'all crew But this is the remix to the Deja Vu
[Chorus]
[Mr. GZUS] Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces Ain't no beef, just liquor, and reefer that's cheap It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave I wanna know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat Meet me in the back after this track International, money magnificence To go against this, I think you know the consequence I rock Kangols, my link dangles Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows
[Big Pun] Yo, yo, yo Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to Don't make me run up in your crib and kill what's in the cradle I'll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your head Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird Rhyme compatible, my nine'll rip the spine outta you Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', real cannibal Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit's flammable Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit But can't nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?
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