Testi Soundtracks :: G

[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



[Kato]

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