Made Niggaz Lyrics - Mack 10

Third ward, New Orleans, to Inglewood 

To the motherfuckin' world, nigga 

Mack Dime, Mystikal, and Master P 

They know, P, they know, they know, nope, what's up P 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

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, motherfuckin' rollers 

Slangin', tapes like cola 

Nigga, hangin' with the big niggaz 

Penitentiary chances just to make six figures 

No we fuckin', 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? 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

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 [Incomprehensible] 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 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

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 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

Made niggaz from the South to the West 

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