2pac And Outlawz Made Niggaz Lyrics

Made Niggaz Lyrics

[2Pac]

 No man seperate what we create

 Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures

 Death Row at it's finest!

 M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz

 We comin after these niggaz, worldwide

 Feel me! Makaveli the Don

 

 My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug

 House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love

 Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs

 Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

 World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star

 Fuck the love, niggaz fear me

 Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I

 When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die

 Boom once I enter the room, in the air

 all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared

 They don't wanna see me head on..

 Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone

 Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.

 Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..

 Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer

 Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga

 

 (Can you feel me?)

 A motherfuckin made nigga..

 I got a plot to get richer, take my picture

 A made nigga

 

 [Napolean]

 Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat

 My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak

 They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins

 These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them

 Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz

 And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz

 Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us

 The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us

 It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin

 and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin

 A made nigga

 

 [Fatal Hussein]

 How many niggaz fall in ya vision?

 Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison

 We mash together, plus we get cash together

 Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever

 It's only one way out and one way in

 Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men

 We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot

 Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)

 I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch

 And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much

 We made niggaz

 

 [E.D.I.]

 Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine

 Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen

 I began the paper, stackin at those

 who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's

 Baby, maybe, that's if I slip

 But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin

 Born July, 7th a few shed eyes

 Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish

 But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game

 Made for war, my aim is simple and plain

 Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain

 You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin

 

 [Kato]

 I ain't count the line, my strap, not head, 

 there will be none of that

 The young hog Kato playin Outlaw Immortal combat

 With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

 Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea

 lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb

 with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun

 And the outcome will be the same every time

 We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine

 

 [Khadafi]

 Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit

 Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public

 With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw

 Thug nigga to the core

 The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level

 Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil

 Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year

 Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga

 

 [2Pac]

 Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily

 Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli

 Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries

 Game, when applied help me survive several centuries

 Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage

 Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray

 They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced

 On my knees to God, beggin for repentence

 I'm convinced, that I'm a thug

 They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs

 Diss the (?) and I'll kidnap your daughter

 Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order

 Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain

 my army of lunatics that stay armed

 Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga

 Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga

 

 [2Pac]

 Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha

 Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched

 My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?

 Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.

 I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream

 Come and see, to see a made nigga

 The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don

 Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..

 Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets

 The motherfuckin made Niggaz

 All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound

 Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz

 You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger

 Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!!)

 

 [Cop speaks over Tupac's part above]

 Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..

 We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..

 Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..

 Uhh Kastro, Khadafi

 We got a bunch of niggaz here

 They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money

 They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?

 	Uhh I repeat let 'em go

 	I repeat, let 'em go

 	They're made niggaz.. let 'em go

 But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed

 	I said let 'em go

 Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry

 I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go