[Intro: 2Pac]

No man separate what we create

Unstoppable, untouchable

Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures

Death Row at it's finest

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life

Motherfuckin' made niggas

We comin' after these niggas, worldwide

Feel me! Makaveli the Don

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

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 you hear me?

Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me

Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R

When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die

Boom once I enter the room, in the air

All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared

They don't wanna see me head on

Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone

Call a gravedigger, 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

[Chorus: 2Pac]

(Can you feel me?)

A motherfuckin' made nigga

I got a plot to get richer

Take my picture, a made nigga

[Verse 2: Napoleon]

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat

My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak

They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins

These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them

'Cause I roll with Immortal thug niggas

And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas

Niggas 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 Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sinning

And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginnin'

A made nigga

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]

How many niggas fall in your 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 and poof like Rahman Raouf

I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch

And the niggas that I'm under is just too much, we made niggas

[Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]

Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine

Call me your 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

Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip

But I became official since the start of this, E.D.I. Mean

Born July, 7th, a few said I's, 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, E.D., a made nigga

[Verse 5: Kastro]

I ain't count the line, my strap

My 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 nigga

'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal

Feel — 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

[Verse 6: Yaki Kadafi]

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 sirens

Give it to you 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 here, day by day, year to year

Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga

[Verse 7: 2Pac]

Call me a Bad Boy killer, burger motherfuckers dairy

Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli

Gettin' lessons from niggas 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 repentance

I'm so convinced that I'm a thug

They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs

Diss Kidada 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

[Outro: 2Pac]

Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha

Get into the mind of a made nigga, I 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

Outlawz, Makaveli The Don

Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro

Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.

I send this out to my niggas on the streets

The motherfuckin' made niggas

All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound

Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas

You know what time it is

Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti

(Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!!!)

[Collision: 2Pac as a Police Officer & Sergeant]

Uhh… Sarge… uhh…

We've got, uhh, Tupac Shakur

Uhh, Fatal, Fatal Hussein… uhh, Kastro, Kadafi

We got a bunch of niggas 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 niggas… 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