Made Niggas

2Pac: Spoken No one separates 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 want to 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 are 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 want to 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 what's 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 that's 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 Idi Amin Hussein: I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head There will be none of that The young hog Kato playin Outlaw immortal combat With the criminal skill they can't beat me a nigga Till we still, and chill Recognize the real deal Still 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 going to die Get yours cause I'm a get mine. Castro: Tha Outlawz We be the Don Wons of this rough shit Minds baptize your moms While paralyzin the public Wit my mentality of war Dead bodies and silence Give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core It was also livin poor Got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid A fuckin crazed devil Mad shit from here to there Day by day Year to year Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit 2Pac: (ha ha ha) Call me a Bad Boy killer Murder motherfuckers daily Know the fed trail me So my alias is Makaveli Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries Game when I'm high Help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court building With the gauge and spray They wonder if I'm going, and finally sentenced On my knees to God Beggin for repentance I'm convinced that I'm a thug They got me feenin for my cash Like a feen when he dreams of drugs Get the dollar And I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral And tell yah 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 til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga. 2Pac: Spoken Can you feel me, come closer (ha ha ha) Get into the mind of a made nigga I can't be touched My adversaries get fucked (feel me) About time Niggas made their dreams All I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the feds All the bitches scream Come and see See made niggas Outlawz Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, (E.D.I)Idi Amin, Castro, Napolean, Khadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets The motherfuckin Made Niggas All my niggas on Death Row Tha Dogg Pound Tha Dogg Father and all his niggas you know what time it is the ass dilinga Kurupt, Young Godde ___________________________________________________________ The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks: Cop: A Srg a we've got a 2Pac Shakur, Fatal, Fatal Hussein, a Castro, Khidafi We got a bunch a niggers here They got guns in their car, they got weed, they got money They're with a lot of black women What should we do Srg? Srg: I repeat let em go I repeat let em go their made niggas Let em go Cop: But... But Srg they got guns, they got weed Srg: I said let em go Cop: Alright You guys can go Sorry... sorry about the mix up You guys can go.