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[Featuring Outlawz]

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

Idi Amin

Hussein:

I aint 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 repentence

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.

[Featuring Outlawz]

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

Idi Amin

Hussein:

I aint 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 repentence

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.

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