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2pac - made niggaz كلمات الأغنية

made n-gg-z
(with outlawz)

[2pac:]
no man seperate what we create
unstoppable, untouchable, motherf-ckin’ worldwide mob figures
death row at it’s finest!
m.o.b., thug for motherf-ckin’ life
motherf-ckin’ made n-gg-z
we comin after these n-gg-z, worldwide
feel me! makaveli the don

my life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
house full of babies cryin’ from my lack of gettin love
ain’t n-body tell me sh-t, ’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 ya hear me? catch a risin’ star
f-ck the love, n-gg-z fear me
got these n-gg-z runnin’ all wild from my double-i
when we ride motherf-ckers is sho’ to die
boom once i enter the room, in the air
all you hear is the whispers of doom, n-gg-z scared
they don’t wanna see me head on…
think of all the busters that i had to leave dead and gone
call a grave digga, f-ckin’ with a made n-gg-, m.o.b.
gunfire gettin’ sprayed quicker…
f-ck ’em all let ’em understand my plot to get richer
much more than six figures, a motherf-ckin’ made n-gg-
(can you feel me?)
a motherf-ckin’ made n-gg-…
i got a plot to get richer, take my picture
a made n-gg-

[napolean:]
n-gg- i was raised on the streets, i had to hustle just to eat
my role model was killin’ n-gg-z so i know, i would never be weak
they got me sittin’ wonderin’, where my life begins
these n-gg-z crossed my father, then my father crossed them
cause i roll with immortal thug n-gg-z
and my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug n-gg-z
n-gg-z don’t like us because they b-tches 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-t cause i seen it at the beginnin’
a made n-gg-

[fatal hussein:]
how many n-gg-z 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-ckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
we find excuses to loot, c-ck, and shoot
blow the roof off them groups like [?] rachmel raouf [?]
i can’t be touched cause of the weapons i clutch
and the n-gg-z that i’m under, is just too much
we made n-gg-z

[e.d.i. mean:]
picture the scenery cause for now you gonna have to imagine
call me a prophet cause i predicted what’s gonna happen
i began the paper, stackin at those
who be paper sn-tchin’, will emerge like crack in the 80’s
baby, 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-gg- 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-gg-

[kastro:]
i ain’t count the line, my strap, my head,
there will be none of that
the young hog kato playin’ outlaw immortal combat
with the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a n-gg-
til he still and chill, recognize the real deal
feel – a n-gg- 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’m a get mine

[khadafi:]
tha outlawz, we be the don juan’s of this rough sh-t
rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
with my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
thug n-gg- to the core
the results of livin’ poor, got me thinkin’ on a made level
shootin’ my gauge to get paid, a f-ckin crazed devil
mash sh-t from here to there day by day, year to year
made n-gg-z on ya motherf-ckin’ team, i’m a made n-gg-

[2pac:]
ha ha ha… call me a bad boy killer murder motherf-ckers daily
know the feds trail me, so my alias makaveli
gettin’ lessons from n-gg-z at 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 repentence
i’m 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 n-gg-
outlaw to the grave, a motherf-ckin’ made n-gg-

[2pac:]
can you feel me? come closer, ha ha ha
get into the mind of a made n-gg-
i can’t be touched
my adversaries, get f-cked, feel me?
multimillionaire dreams, all i want is the c.r.e.a.m.
i sell my sh-t to the fiends, all the b-tches scream
come and see, to see a made n-gg-
outlawz… makaveli the don
hussein fatal, e.d.i. mean, kastro, napolean, khadafi…
mussolini, m.o.b. i send this out to my n-gg-z on the streets
the motherf-ckin’ made n-gg-z
all my n-gg-s on death row, tha dogg pound
tha doggfather, and all his n-gg-z
you know what time it is, daz dillinger
kurupt, young gotti… (hahaha, westside made n-gg-z beotch!)

- 2pac

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