[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

(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