Made Niggaz by 2pac
2pac: spoken
No one seperates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death row at its finest
M.o.b. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
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
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till i got a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause i wanna pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double r when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once i enter the room
In the air all you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't wanna see me head on
Think of all the busters
That i had to leave dead and gone
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.o.b. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much more than 6 figures
A motherfuckin made nigga
(feel me)
Motherfuckin made niggas
(made niggas)
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 niggas
So i know i would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin
Where my life begins
These niggas cross my father
Then my father cross them
Cause i role with immortal thugs niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and grab a needle
And drug niggas
Niggas 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 seeing
Plus billin shit
Cause i seen it at the beginning
A made nigga
Khadafi:
How many niggas 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 rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause of the weapons i clutch
And them niggas that i'm unda
Is just to much
We made niggas
E.d.i. (idi amin):
Picture the scenery
So now you gonna have to imagine
Call me a prophet
Cause i predicted whats going to happen
I be gettin the paper stackin
At those who be paper snatchin
While their mugs got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe thats if i slip
But i became official
Since the start of this
Idi amin born july
7 of fushid eyes
Plus wit all this 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
Yah wether its cane
Or these tracks made for ya brain
You'll forever know my name
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