[Master P]
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 ^!$$%
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, ^!$$%z 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)

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]


[Mr. GZUS]
Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid

Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick
Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin (*##$es like they Visa's
I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk

Get a taste of this slam dunk
^!$$% pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk
Tryin to make all my %#@! bump

til my pockets got the mumps
Always pray I never have to dump
with the eight-shot, punk you're $#&@ed

You shoulda ducked you (*##$
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 bull%#@! counterfeit
so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic

Better pay attention who you $#&@in with
^!$$% 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

$#&@ around and be face to face with the four-four
Made Men, these ^!$$%z 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]