Made Niggaz Lyrics

Made Niggaz lyrics

featuring Master P Mystikal

[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New
Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime.
(What's up my nigga?)
Mystikal and Master P.
(They know P they know they
know.)

[Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to
the West!

[Master P]
Give me a chance to ball put my name on the
wall
How many killas done called No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we,
mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (Who?)
motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with
the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin
(What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, Mack
Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow
me?

[Hook] X 4

[Mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't
right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with
bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big
Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You
know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the wide
Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta
stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz,
killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied
fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack
10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We
made now, we was gangstas back then!

[Hook] X 4

[Mack 10]
From
Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see
we got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit
the rizzo and ball from LA to the Mardi Gras
No discrimination, hittin
blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler,
recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas
recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a
winner
Transactions in New Orleans over jambalaya dinner
Cuz what you say
you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
can't switch
Cuz Silkk'll
shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up,
the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay "How we do that
there?"
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Hoo Bangin and No
Limit, two sets of made niggaz

[Hook] (till fade)