Made Niggaz Lyrics

Third ward, New Orleans, to Inglewood To the motherfuckin' world, nigga Mack Dime, Mystikal, and Master P They know, P, they know, they know, nope, what's up P
Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West
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, motherfuckin' rollers Slangin', tapes like cola Nigga, hangin' with the big niggaz Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin', 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?
Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West
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 [Incomprehensible] 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
Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West
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
Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West Made niggaz from the South to the West ...