Classic Limited Edition

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We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated

Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated

You fascinated by the way my clan made it

Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission

We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz

We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz

Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard

my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard

I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap

puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat

run circles around your favorite rap star

push a black car, horse power like NASCAR

sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep

sash heep under the back seat, actually

all the beef shit, put to sleep quick

when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless

portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips

grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit

melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village

the illest in this game of code killas

break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet

clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit

the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop

if you ain't up on that check your hit.....

cold hands from the cold steel

hot head from the hot lead

stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal

thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom

then i spend it all on brands son

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It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least

Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef

pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip

up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich

Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick

I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit

No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres

My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies

Antonio, christed out, nice style

more than ever, pull a beretta

I bought my leather, squeeze the level

Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man

With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal, your gullabull

You and your boys be in your room bangin on books

We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook

and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin

2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation

this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog

Murder for hire dog until I retire dog

You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically fit

A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit

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