Tytuł: Made Niggaz

• Wykonawca: Master P
• Wyświetleń: 232

[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)]