Made

from Gang Related soundtrack
f/ Outlawz

2Pac
No man seperate what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfkin worldwide mob figures
Death Row at it's finest!
M.O.B., thug for motherfkin lifeMotherfkin 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 s**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
fk the love, fear me
Got these runnin all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfkers is sho' 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 of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fkin with a made nigg*, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
fk 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfkin made nigg*

(Can you feel me?)
A motherfkin made nigg*..
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigg*

Napolean
nigg* 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 den 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 girls 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 s**t cause I seen it at the beginnin
A made nigg*

Fatal Hussein
How many 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
Motherfkers 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 that I'm under, is just too much
We made

E.D.I.
Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' 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 nigg* 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 Amin

Kastro
I ain't count the line, my strap, not 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 nigg*
Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea
lFeel - a nigg* 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

Khadafi
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough s**t
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigg* to the core
The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fkin crazed devil
Mash s**t from here to there day by day, year to year
Made on ya motherfkin tear, I'm a made nigg*

2Pac
Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfkers 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 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 the don 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 nigg*
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfkin made nigg*

2Pac
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made nigg*I can't be touched
My adversaries, get fked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my s**t to the fiends, all the girls scream
Come and see, to see a made nigg*
The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my on the streets
The motherfkin made
All my on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made BEOTCH!!)

Cop speaks over Tupac's part above
Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
We got a bunch of 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 .. 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