Made Niggaz lyrics

Artist  : Mack 10 
Song : Made Niggaz



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featuring Master P Mystikal

[Master P]
(Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To
Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world
nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my
nigga?)
Mystikal and Master P.
(They know P
they know they know.)

[Hook:] (Master P &
Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to the
West!

[Master P]
Give me a chance to
ball put my name on the wall
How many killas
done called No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we,
mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that
doja
Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin
rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like
cola
Nigga, hangin with the big
niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six
figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and
platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we
rappin
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and
P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow
me?

[Hook] X 4

[Mystikal]
Watch
me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll
do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll
with bullets like (?) and killas like
Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big
Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think
I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we
ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the
wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them
niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta stop these
niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self
made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We
paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied
fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west
done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with
this shit that's the only way shit 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 nigga, 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
nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and
killas recognize killas
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
nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We tatted
up, bauggeted up, the jewels 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 niggaz

[Hook] (till fade)