Song Lyrics

Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these streets
'Gold is for twenty four I go for broke on these streets
My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas
And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz
No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room
That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room
Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks
Either it's somethin' with the roof missin', or a hard white top

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses
Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin',
I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin'
Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right
I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain't right
No more throwin' no bodies, so I can stand on these streets
I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets

I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets
Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these streets
I left ya'll with I'm still livin, provin' I wasn't dead
If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread
Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me
Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci

But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me
But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't stop me
When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me
Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly
B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph
Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer
Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster
You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta

[? ] man on these streets
I don't give a f*ck cause I'm the man on these streets
I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man
After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand
Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule
If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with the tool
I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave
Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe
Inhale exhale... now that's better
Over eight hundred thousand independent now that's cheddar

Franne Golde, Duane S. Hitchings, Dennis Lambert, Tupac Shakur, Randy S. Jefferson, Bruce Washington, Yafeu Fula, Author Unknown Composer

The duration of Made is 4:40 minutes and seconds.