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[2Pac]No man seperate what we createUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figuresDeath Row at it's finest!M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggazWe comin after these niggaz, worldwideFeel me! Makaveli the DonMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thugHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin loveAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugsHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?World do ya hear me? Catch a risin starFuck the love, niggaz fear meGot these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-IWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to dieBoom once I enter the room, in the airall you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scaredThey don't wanna see me head on..Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and goneCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richerMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga(Can you feel me?)A motherfuckin made nigga..I got a plot to get richer, take my pictureA made nigga[Napolean]Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eatMy role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weakThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life beginsThese niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed themCause I roll with I'mmortal Thug niggazAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggazNiggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love usThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want usIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sinand seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginninA made nigga[Fatal Hussein]How many niggaz fall in ya vision?Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prisonWe mash together, plus we get cash togetherBlast whenever knowin it don't last foreverIt's only one way out and one way inMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made menWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shootBlow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutchAnd the niggaz that I'm under, is just too muchWe made niggaz[E.D.I.]Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagineCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happenI began the paper, stackin at thosewho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80'sBaby, maybe, that's if I slipBut I became official since the start of this, Edi AminBorn July, 7th a few shed eyesPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherishBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the gameMade for war, my aim is simple and plainYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brainYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin[Kastro]I ain't count the line, my strap, not head,there will be none of thatThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw I'mmortal combatWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a niggaTil he still and chill, recognize the real dealFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumbwith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for funAnd the outcome will be the same every timeWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine[Khadafi]Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shitRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the publicWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya rawThug nigga to the coreThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made levelShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devilMash shit from here to there day by day, year to yearMade niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made niggamore