(feat. Big Pun, Cardan, Mase)



[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?



[Chorus x2]