2pac 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