[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 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)
  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 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]