KLC - Made n***az lyrics

[Master P] (Mack 10) Third ward, New Orleans. To Inglewood To the motherf**in world, n***a Mack Dime. (What's up my n***a?) Mystikal, and Master P (They know, P, they know, they know.) [Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6 Made n***as from the South to the West! [Master P] Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall How many k**as done called, No Limit n***as stand tall Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja Runnin from the, (Who?) motherf**in rollers Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola n***a, hangin with the big n***as Penitentiary chances just to make six figures No we f**in (What?) gold and platinum n***a, we made n***as and we rappin n***a, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P Every rowdy bout it n***a won't you follow me? [Hook] X 4 [Mystikal] Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right! b**h I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight! I roll with bullets like (?) and k**as like Versey Managed by TC and paid by big Percy Whole lotta n***as with me You think I'm lying, but I'm not You know who we are, we ready for war You ready to die f**in with the wide Tchoupitoulas Say your prayers, them n***as shottin, Hallelujah! Gotta stop these n***as from runnin they dick lickers We self made big n***as, k**in these b**h n***as We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion Made n***as from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10 Gotta get real with this sh** that's the only way sh** gon happen We made now, we was gangstas back then! [Hook] X 4 [Mack 10] From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we got the Recipe I stay ready n***a, 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 n***a with scrilla Game recognize game, and k**as recognize k**as 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 n***a, and make Mia shoot your b**h We tatted up, bauggeted up, the j**els 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 n***as [Hook] (till fade)