Made N****z - 2Pac: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Made N****z

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Made N****z was released on October 7, 1997 by Death Row Records/gamma. as a part of the album Gang Related - The Soundtrack

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

2Pac

Vocals

Hussein Fatal

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Kastro

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Napoleon

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Snoop Dogg

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tupac Amaru Shakur

Tupac Amaru Shakur

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2Pac

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No man separate what we create

Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures

Death Row at its finest

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life

Motherfuckin' made ****

We comin' after these ****, worldwide

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

Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs

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, fuck the love, **** fear me

Got these **** 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, **** scared

They don't wanna see me head on

Think all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone

Call a gravedigger, fuckin' with a made ****

M.O.B., gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker

Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer

Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made ****

(Can you feel me?)

A motherfuckin' made ****

I got a plot to get richer

Take my picture, a made ****

****, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat

My role model was killin' ****, so I know I would never be weak

They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins

These **** crossed my father, then my father crossed them

'Cause I roll with Immortal thug ****

And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug ****

**** 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 Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sinning

And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginnin', a made ****

How many **** fall in your 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 and poof like Rahman Raouf

I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch

And the **** that I'm under is just too much, we made ****

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, E.D.I. Mean

Born July 7th, a few said I's, precious but others gave me they hate to cherish

But still I made it, a made **** 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, E.D., a made ****

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 skill, they cannot beat me a ****

'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal

Feel, 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, a made ****

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit

Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public

With my mentality of war, dead bodies, and sirens

Give it to you raw, thug **** to the core

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level

Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil

Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year

Made **** on your motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made ****

Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily

Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli

Gettin' lessons from **** 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 drugs

Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter

Kill 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 ****

Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made ****

Can you feel me? Come closer

Get into the mind of a made ****, I can't be touched (uhh, Sarge)

My adversaries get fucked, feel me? (Uhh, we've got)

Multimillionaire dreams (uh, Tupac Shakur)

All I want is the C.R.E.A.M (uhh, Fatal)

I sell my shit to the fiends (Fatal Hussein), all the bitches scream (uhh, Kastro, Kadafi)

Come and see, to see a made **** (we got a bunch of **** here)

Outlawz (they've got guns in their car), Makaveli The Don (they've got weed)

(They've got money, they're with a lot of Black women)

Hussein Fatal (what should we do, Sarge?, Edi Amin, Kastro

Napoleon (uhh, I repeat, let 'em go), Kadafi (I repeat, let 'em go)

(They're made ****), Mussolini (let 'em go), M.O.B (but, but Sarge, they've got guns)

I send this out to my **** on the streets (they've got weed)

The motherfuckin' made **** (I said, let 'em go)

All my **** on Death Row (alright), Tha Dogg Pound (you guys can go, I'm sorry)

Tha Doggfather, and all his **** (I'm sorry about the-the mix up)

You know what time it is (you guys can go)

Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti (Westside made ****, beyotch!)

Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur

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