Текст песни Is It You

My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy

I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me?

I'm a No Limit thug nigga

Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer

Cause I hang with the MADE Men

600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment

Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face

Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface

And then the Feds started watchin me

Johnny Cochran's clockin me

Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me

Started from the bottom, made it to the top

I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock

Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it

Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me

and nickname me The Last Don

And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind

[Chorus: Keva]

Deja vu..

You could be the thug that I will do

(That's right baby) Is it you?

[Made Men]

Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante

Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV

Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci

Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece

Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine

Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme

Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi

Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve'

How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off

While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long

Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber

Puffin head trauma, ? slugs blastin through your body armor

[Chorus: Keva + Master P]

Deja vu.. [UNNNNNNNNGH]

You could be the thug that I will do

(Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm)

I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM)

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Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

[Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

[Mr. GZUS]

Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid

Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick

Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's

I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk

Get a taste of this slam dunk

Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk

Tryin to make all my shit bump

til my pockets got the mumps

Always pray I never have to dump

with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked

You shoulda ducked you bitch

A killer really never have to switch

A-with the real slow pitch that hit

Bass that make your ears split

Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit

so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic

Better pay attention who you fuckin with

Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze

Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla

with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies

Made Men blow your back out til you black out

Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure

Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four

Made Men, these niggaz bug more

[Chorus: Keva + Master P]

Deja vu.. (ahhh, mmmmm)

You could be the thug that I will do

(Whatchu want me to do baby?) Is it you? (Uh-huh)

Deja vu.. (yeahh)

Could you be the thug that I want to

(it's hot, uh-huh) Is it true?

I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [UNGGGGGHH]

I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

[Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [UNGGGGGHH]

Master P Is It You (Deja Vu)