Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made N*****, artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Made N***** |
| 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.) |
| (Master P & Mack 10) X 6 |
| Made niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas |
| Penitentiary chances just to make six figures |
| No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum |
| Nigga, we made niggas and we rappin |
| Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P |
| Every rowdy bout it nigga won’t you follow me? |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas shottin, Hallelujah! |
| Gotta stop these niggas from runnin they dick lickers |
| We self made big niggas, killin these bitch niggas |
| We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion |
| Made niggas 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! |
| From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and |
| 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 niggas |
| (till fade) |