Various Artists - Made n***az lyrics

[Intro/Ad-lib: 2Pac] No man separate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherf**in' worldwide mob figures d**h Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherf**in' life Motherf**in made n***as We comin' after these n***as, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don [Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 sh**, 'til I got a sack of d** Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun Do you feel me? World do you hear me? Catch a risin' star f** the love, n***as fear me Got these n***as runnin' all wild from my double-R When we ride motherf**ers is sure to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air All you hear is the whispers of doom, n***as 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, f**in' with a made n***a, M.O.B Gunfire gettin' sprayed quicker.. f** 'em all let 'em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherf**in' made n***a [Hook: 2Pac] (Can you feel me?) A motherf**in' made n***a.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made n***a [Verse 2: Napolean] n***a I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was k**in' n***as so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These n***as crossed my father den my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug n***as And my number one plan to k** a man to grab a needle and drug n***as n***as don't like us because they b**hes 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 sh** cause I seen it at the beginnin' A made n***a [Verse 3: Fatal Hussein] How many n***as 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 Motherf**ers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, co*k, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch And the n***as that I'm under, is just too much We made n***as [Verse 4: E.D.I.] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me your 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 Fade me? 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 n***a 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 a made n***a [Verse 5: 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 sk**, they cannot beat me a n***a 'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal Feel - a n***a 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 gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine [Verse 6: Kadafi] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough sh** Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war Dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug n***a to the core The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a f**in' crazed devil Mash sh** from here to here, day by day, year to year Made n***as on ya motherf**in tear I'm a made n***a [Verse 7: 2Pac] Ha ha ha.. Call me a Bad Boy k**er murder motherf**ers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin' lessons from n***as 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 so convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of d** Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter k** 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 n***a Outlaw to the grave, a motherf**in' made n***a [Outro: 2Pac] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha Get into the mind of a made n***a, I can't be touched My adversaries, get f**ed, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M I sell my sh** to the fiends, all the b**hes scream Come and see, to see a made n***a Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Kadafi.. Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my n***as on the streets The motherf**in' made n***as All my n***as on d**h Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his n***as You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made n***as BEOTCH!!) [Collision: 2Pac as a Police Officer & Sergeant] Uhh.. sarge.. uhh.. We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.. Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.. Uhh Kastro, Kadafi We got a bunch of n***as 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 n***as.. 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