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Made You Look (REMIX Clean) - Nas/Jadakiss/Ludacris
Lyrics by：Nasir Jones/Salaam Gibbs/Jason Phillips/Chris Bridges/Jeremiah Lordan
Composed by：Nasir Jones/Salaam Gibbs/Jason Phillips/Chris Bridges/Jeremiah Lordan
Produced by：Salaam Remi
I need it from the top
Ahh
This is history baby
Commissioner Steve Stoute
Lenny ha
God's Son what up?
D-Block what up?
Bravehearts what up?
Yeah
Yeah yo
Yo ain't nothing but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block
Bravehearts and the double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
Made you look the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit now I break weed up on it
And everything is real I see
Like my niggas that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game it ain't help me
I'm top 5 dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And I still buzz they feel 'cuz
'Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was
I'm just tryna make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape you can't stand 'Kiss
Coming through the hood in a Aston Vanquish
The color of dandruff
They said we jumped him
I just let the gun snuff him
Cop P the Turbo soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a coroner van?
D-Block
They shooting ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Getting big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
They shooting ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Yeah
Getting big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
I'm from the school of hard knocks sneak peeks and low blows
Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
Woo
Where Love's Gonna Get'cha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the Mr Luda Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese twins
Ah
They shooting look in the barrel
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
Or Chi Tribune nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons
You should print my information yeah quote my rhymes
And keep me in between these New York and LA Times
I'm just the victim of society it's 'Cris the Menace
With more out on the streets than evicted tenants whoa
They shooting ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
They shooting ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book ugh
Gettin big money playboy your time's up ugh
Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
Jungle Wiz Nashawn
We got 'em scared look
We got 'em scared they running
Yo I grasp the ratchet the blicky the biscuit the burner
The heat the toaster they twist you you meeting your owner
The banger the hammer the flamers I aim at the cannons
And can you manhandling you you'll be famous I'll cancel you
And cut that's the end of your movie
Pretending you actin' like you and your mens'll come shoot me
My tennis shoes Gucci Old School pea-soup green
Jean Lee suit on Veuve Clicquot champagne
Friday the 13th my CD drop
I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
I'm Jason call up PD watch
Them Bravehearts Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
Ill Will Rasta Lake never revealing his face on
TV or pictures and we be them niggas
Sorry that I made you wait long glad them fakes gone
We shooting squeezing them triggers with Luda beside me
Me and 'Kiss get loonies of weed sent to Styles P
Tell him hold his head God's Son got him
We made y'all look
From San Quentin to Rikers Island to Green sing sing
