Made Niggaz Lyrics - 2pac

(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 

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(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 then 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 

Photos 

(Fatal Hussein) 

How many niggaz fall in your 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 then poof like Rahman 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 

(Kastro) 

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

there will be none of that 

The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat 

With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga 

Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal 

Feel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb 

with a gun but it paid so I busted for fun 

And the outcome will be the same every time 

We all gon' die, get yours cause I'm gonna get mine 

(Khadafi) 

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juans of this rough shit 

Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public 

With my mentality of war, dead bodies in silence, give it to you 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 

Mashin from here to there, day by day, year to year 

Made niggaz on your 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 repentance 

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 BITCH!) 

(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