[2Pac]   No man seperate what we create   Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures   Death Row at it's finest!   M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz   We comin after these niggaz, 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 shit, '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   Fuck the love, niggaz fear me   Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I   When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die   Boom once I enter the room, in the air   all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz 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, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.   Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..   Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer   Much 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 picture   A made nigga      [Napolean]   Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat   My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak   They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins   These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them   Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz   And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz   Niggaz don't like us because they bitches 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 shit cause I seen it at the beginnin   A made nigga      [Fatal Hussein]   How many niggaz 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   Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men   We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot   Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)   I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch   And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much   We made niggaz      [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 snatchin, 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 nigga 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 Kato playin Outlaw Immortal combat   With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga   Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea   lFeel - a nigga 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 shit   Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public   With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw   Thug nigga to the core   The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level   Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil   Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year   Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga      [2Pac]   Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily   Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli   Gettin lessons from niggaz 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 (?) 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 nigga   Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga      [2Pac]   Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha   Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched   My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?   Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.   I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream   Come and see, to see a made nigga   The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don   Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..   Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets   The motherfuckin made Niggaz   All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound   Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz   You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger   Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz.. 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   I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go