[{"id":22070923,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac: The Vault / Vol. IV: Exit 2Pac Enter Makaveli","duration":304.9814579,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:01.25] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.14] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.15] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:11.85] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n[00:20.36] My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n[00:24.47] House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n[00:27.01] Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n[00:29.68] Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n[00:33.25] World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: '2Pac: The Vault / Vol. IV: Exit 2Pac Enter Makaveli'\n  duration_ms: 304981\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 1250\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":13594564,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Evolution: Disc 02 (Catalog Dat II)","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] No man seperate what we create\n[00:03.84] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.12] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.53] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:14.56] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:17.05] Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:07.88] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.44] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.21] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.47] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.82] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.92] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:30.84] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.76] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.77] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:47.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.48] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:53.72] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:56.22] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:02.08] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.20] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.40] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.66] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.83] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.96] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.13] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.35] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.55] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.78] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.88] I said let 'em go\n[05:04.06] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.28] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: '2Pac Evolution: Disc 02 (Catalog Dat II)'\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 3840\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 3840\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 9530\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9530\n  end_ms: 14560\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 14560\n  end_ms: 17050\n- text: Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n  start_ms: 17050\n  end_ms: 20350\n- text: My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  start_ms: 20350\n  end_ms: 24500\n- text: House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  start_ms: 24500\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 29800\n- text: Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  start_ms: 29800\n  end_ms: 33300\n- text: World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  start_ms: 33300\n  end_ms: 36260\n- text: Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  start_ms: 36260\n  end_ms: 38190\n- text: Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  start_ms: 38190\n  end_ms: 40680\n- text: When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  start_ms: 40680\n  end_ms: 43520\n- text: Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  start_ms: 43520\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 49070\n- text: They don't wanna see me head on.\n  start_ms: 49070\n  end_ms: 50760\n- text: Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  start_ms: 50760\n  end_ms: 54140\n- text: Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  start_ms: 54140\n  end_ms: 57260\n- text: Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  start_ms: 57260\n  end_ms: 59410\n- text: Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  start_ms: 59410\n  end_ms: 62260\n- text: Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin 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excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  start_ms: 117900\n  end_ms: 120010\n- text: Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  start_ms: 120010\n  end_ms: 122720\n- text: I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  start_ms: 122720\n  end_ms: 125230\n- text: And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  start_ms: 125230\n  end_ms: 127790\n- text: We made niggas\n  start_ms: 127790\n  end_ms: 128880\n- text: Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  start_ms: 128880\n  end_ms: 131180\n- text: Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  start_ms: 131180\n  end_ms: 133460\n- text: I began the paper, stackin at those\n  start_ms: 133460\n  end_ms: 135900\n- text: Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  start_ms: 135900\n  end_ms: 138930\n- text: Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  start_ms: 138930\n  end_ms: 140940\n- text: But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  start_ms: 140940\n  end_ms: 144260\n- 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there day by day, year to year\n  start_ms: 196300\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 204700\n- text: Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 204700\n  end_ms: 207020\n- text: Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  start_ms: 207020\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 212850\n- text: Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 214920\n- text: Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  start_ms: 214920\n  end_ms: 217560\n- text: They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  start_ms: 217560\n  end_ms: 220300\n- text: On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  start_ms: 220300\n  end_ms: 223190\n- text: I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  start_ms: 223190\n  end_ms: 224850\n- text: They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  start_ms: 224850\n  end_ms: 228080\n- text: Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  start_ms: 228080\n  end_ms: 230390\n- text: Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  start_ms: 230390\n  end_ms: 233250\n- text: Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  start_ms: 233250\n  end_ms: 236540\n- text: My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  start_ms: 236540\n  end_ms: 239040\n- text: Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  start_ms: 239040\n  end_ms: 241640\n- text: Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n  start_ms: 241640\n  end_ms: 244740\n- text: Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244740\n  end_ms: 247880\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 247880\n  end_ms: 251440\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251440\n  end_ms: 255210\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255210\n  end_ms: 259470\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259470\n  end_ms: 262820\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262820\n  end_ms: 265920\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265920\n  end_ms: 270840\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 270840\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 287890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 287890\n  end_ms: 290480\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290480\n  end_ms: 293720\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 293720\n  end_ms: 296220\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 296220\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 302080\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 302080\n  end_ms: 302200\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302200\n  end_ms: 302400\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302400\n  end_ms: 302660\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302660\n  end_ms: 302830\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302830\n  end_ms: 302960\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302960\n  end_ms: 303130\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303130\n  end_ms: 303350\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303350\n  end_ms: 303550\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303550\n  end_ms: 303780\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303780\n  end_ms: 303880\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303880\n  end_ms: 304060\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 304060\n  end_ms: 304280\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304280\n  end_ms: 304460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304460\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":29461903,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The Vault, Vol. IV: Exit 2Pac, Enter Makaveli","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. 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Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":19489303,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Chapter 213. 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:01.25] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.14] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.15] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:11.85] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Chapter 213. 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Makaveli the Don\n  start_ms: 16900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 24470\n- text: House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  start_ms: 24470\n  end_ms: 27010\n- text: Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  start_ms: 27010\n  end_ms: 29680\n- text: Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  start_ms: 29680\n  end_ms: 33250\n- text: World do ya hear me? 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170110\n- text: LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174960\n- text: And the outcome will be the same every time\n  start_ms: 174960\n  end_ms: 177620\n- text: We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n  start_ms: 177620\n  end_ms: 180420\n- text: Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  start_ms: 180420\n  end_ms: 183430\n- text: Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  start_ms: 183430\n  end_ms: 185810\n- text: With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  start_ms: 185810\n  end_ms: 189170\n- text: Thug nigga to the core\n  start_ms: 189170\n  end_ms: 190920\n- text: The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  start_ms: 190920\n  end_ms: 193230\n- text: Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  start_ms: 193230\n  end_ms: 196130\n- text: Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  start_ms: 196130\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 201950\n- text: Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  start_ms: 201950\n  end_ms: 204290\n- text: Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 204290\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 208890\n- text: Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  start_ms: 208890\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214380\n- text: Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  start_ms: 214380\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  start_ms: 222830\n  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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":26909578,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - The 10TH Anniversary Collection (The Sex, The Soul & The Street)","duration":308.793469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. 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Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":32541263,"name":"Made Niggaz Feat. Outlawz","trackName":"Made Niggaz Feat. 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:04.64] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.36] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:08.85] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:14.54] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.06] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.25] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.45] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.64] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.20] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.76] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.67] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.31] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.88] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.05] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.71] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.83] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.82] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.19] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.40] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.59] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.62] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.83] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.08] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.15] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.50] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.79] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.82] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.09] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz Feat. 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Makaveli the Don\n  start_ms: 16900\n  end_ms: 20370\n- text: My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  start_ms: 20370\n  end_ms: 24410\n- text: House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  start_ms: 24410\n  end_ms: 27070\n- text: Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  start_ms: 27070\n  end_ms: 29630\n- text: Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  start_ms: 29630\n  end_ms: 33280\n- text: World do ya hear me? 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Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":4892277,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 10th Anniversary Collection: The Sex, the Soul & The Street","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? 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Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'The 10th Anniversary Collection: The Sex, the Soul & The Street'\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 1250\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":4892279,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Gang Related: The Soundtrack","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\n[00:04.64] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.36] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:08.85] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:14.54] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n[00:20.37] My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n[00:24.41] House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n[00:27.07] Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n[00:29.63] Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n[00:33.28] World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.74] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.72] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.31] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.36] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.86] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.65] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.01] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.27] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.12] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.39] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.33] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.32] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.97] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.69] A made nigga\n[01:15.70] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.71] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.92] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.32] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.60] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.16] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.66] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.67] A made nigga\n[01:42.61] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.92] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.84] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.54] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.21] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.15] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.48] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.23] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.85] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.39] We made niggas\n[02:08.82] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.16] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.47] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.75] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.56] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.80] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.07] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.14] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.10] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.97] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.45] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.93] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.30] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.61] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.97] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.16] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.68] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.99] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.67] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.40] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.11] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.98] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.20] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.15] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.05] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.25] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.88] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.82] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.12] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.33] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.13] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.80] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.62] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.93] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.98] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.27] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.35] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.69] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.83] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.47] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.06] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.25] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.45] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.64] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.20] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.76] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.67] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.31] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.88] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.05] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.71] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.83] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.82] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.19] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.40] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.59] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.62] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.83] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.08] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.15] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.50] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.79] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.82] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.09] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.25]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:04.64] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.36] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:08.85] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:14.54] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n[00:20.37] My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n[00:24.41] House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n[00:27.07] Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n[00:29.63] Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n[00:33.28] World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.74] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.72] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.31] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.36] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.86] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.65] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.01] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.27] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.12] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.39] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.33] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.32] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.97] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.69] A made nigga\n[01:15.70] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.71] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.92] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.32] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.60] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.16] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.66] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.67] A made nigga\n[01:42.61] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.92] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.84] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.54] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.21] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.15] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.48] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.23] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.85] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.39] We made niggas\n[02:08.82] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.16] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.47] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.75] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.56] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.80] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.07] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.14] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.10] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.97] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.45] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.93] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.30] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.61] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.97] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.16] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.68] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.99] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.67] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.40] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.11] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.98] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.20] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.15] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.05] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.25] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.88] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.82] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.12] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.33] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.13] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.80] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.62] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.93] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.98] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.27] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.35] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.69] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.83] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.47] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.06] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.25] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.45] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.64] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.20] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.76] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.67] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.31] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.88] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.05] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.71] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.83] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.82] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.19] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.40] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.59] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.62] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.83] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.08] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.15] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.50] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.79] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.82] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.09] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.25]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Gang Related: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 4640\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 4640\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 8850\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 8850\n  end_ms: 14540\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 14540\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244470\n  end_ms: 248060\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248060\n  end_ms: 251250\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251250\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259450\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259450\n  end_ms: 262640\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262640\n  end_ms: 265200\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265200\n  end_ms: 269760\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269760\n  end_ms: 276670\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276670\n  end_ms: 285310\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285310\n  end_ms: 286880\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286880\n  end_ms: 290050\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290050\n  end_ms: 294710\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294710\n  end_ms: 297830\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297830\n  end_ms: 300820\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300820\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302190\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302190\n  end_ms: 302400\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302400\n  end_ms: 302590\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302590\n  end_ms: 302620\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302620\n  end_ms: 302830\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302830\n  end_ms: 303080\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303080\n  end_ms: 303150\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303150\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303500\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303500\n  end_ms: 303790\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303790\n  end_ms: 303820\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303820\n  end_ms: 304090\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304090\n  end_ms: 304250\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304250\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  [00:04.64] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  [00:07.36] Death Row at it's finest!\n  [00:08.85] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  [00:14.54] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  [00:16.90] Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n  [00:20.37] My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  [00:24.41] House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  [00:27.07] Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  [00:29.63] Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  [00:33.28] World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  [00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  [00:37.74] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  [00:40.72] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  [00:43.31] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  [00:46.36] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  [00:48.86] They don't wanna see me head on.\n  [00:50.65] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  [00:54.01] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  [00:57.27] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  [00:59.12] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  [01:02.39] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n  [01:05.33] (Can you feel me?)\n  [01:08.32] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  [01:10.97] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  [01:14.69] A made nigga\n  [01:15.70] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  [01:17.71] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  [01:20.92] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  [01:23.32] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  [01:25.60] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  [01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  [01:31.16] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  [01:33.66] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  [01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  [01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  [01:41.67] A made nigga\n  [01:42.61] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  [01:43.92] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  [01:46.84] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  [01:49.54] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  [01:52.21] It's only one way out and one way in\n  [01:54.15] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  [01:57.48] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  [02:00.23] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  [02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  [02:04.85] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  [02:07.39] We made niggas\n  [02:08.82] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  [02:11.16] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  [02:13.47] I began the paper, stackin at those\n  [02:15.75] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  [02:18.56] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  [02:20.80] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  [02:23.07] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  [02:27.14] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  [02:29.10] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  [02:31.97] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  [02:34.45] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  [02:36.93] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n  [02:39.30] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  [02:41.25] There will be none of that\n  [02:42.61] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  [02:44.97] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  [02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  [02:50.16] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  [02:52.68] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  [02:54.99] And the outcome will be the same every time\n  [02:57.67] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n  [03:00.40] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  [03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  [03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  [03:09.11] Thug nigga to the core\n  [03:10.98] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  [03:13.20] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  [03:16.15] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  [03:19.05] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n  [03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  [03:24.25] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  [03:26.88] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  [03:28.82] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  [03:32.12] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  [03:34.33] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  [03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  [03:40.13] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  [03:42.80] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  [03:44.62] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  [03:47.93] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  [03:49.98] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  [03:53.27] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  [03:56.35] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  [03:58.69] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  [04:01.83] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n  [04:04.47] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  [04:08.06] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  [04:11.25] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  [04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  [04:19.45] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  [04:22.64] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  [04:25.20] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  [04:29.76] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  [04:36.67] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  [04:45.31] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  [04:46.88] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  [04:50.05] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  [04:54.71] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  [04:57.83] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  [05:00.82] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  [05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  [05:02.19] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  [05:02.40] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  [05:02.59] We got a bunch of niggas here\n  [05:02.62] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  [05:02.83] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  [05:03.08] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  [05:03.15] I repeat, let 'em go\n  [05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  [05:03.50] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  [05:03.79] I said let 'em go\n  [05:03.82] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  [05:04.09] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  [05:04.25]\n"},{"id":3697646,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 10th Anniversary Collection The Street (CD3)","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:01.25] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.14] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.15] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:11.85] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! 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Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":30738227,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2PAC","albumName":"The Sex, The Soul & The Street (Disc 3)","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? 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Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2PAC\n  album: The Sex, The Soul & The Street (Disc 3)\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 1250\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":31450752,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"The 10th Anniversary Collection (CD3)","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:01.25] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.14] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.15] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:11.85] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. 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made nigga\n  start_ms: 62350\n  end_ms: 65340\n- text: (Can you feel me?)\n  start_ms: 65340\n  end_ms: 68310\n- text: A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  start_ms: 68310\n  end_ms: 70990\n- text: I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  start_ms: 70990\n  end_ms: 74620\n- text: A made nigga\n  start_ms: 74620\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77750\n- text: My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  start_ms: 77750\n  end_ms: 80930\n- text: They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  start_ms: 80930\n  end_ms: 83310\n- text: These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  start_ms: 83310\n  end_ms: 85620\n- text: Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  start_ms: 85620\n  end_ms: 87390\n- text: And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  start_ms: 87390\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 93650\n- text: The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  start_ms: 93650\n  end_ms: 96240\n- text: It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  start_ms: 96240\n  end_ms: 98910\n- text: And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  start_ms: 98910\n  end_ms: 101650\n- text: A made nigga\n  start_ms: 101650\n  end_ms: 102600\n- text: How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  start_ms: 102600\n  end_ms: 103980\n- text: Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  start_ms: 103980\n  end_ms: 106860\n- text: We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  start_ms: 106860\n  end_ms: 109580\n- text: Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  start_ms: 109580\n  end_ms: 112240\n- text: It's only one way out and one way in\n  start_ms: 112240\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 117420\n- text: We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  start_ms: 117420\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122360\n- text: I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  start_ms: 122360\n  end_ms: 124810\n- text: And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  start_ms: 124810\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: We made niggas\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 128850\n- text: Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  start_ms: 128850\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 133480\n- text: I began the paper, stackin at those\n  start_ms: 133480\n  end_ms: 135740\n- text: Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  start_ms: 135740\n  end_ms: 138590\n- text: Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  start_ms: 138590\n  end_ms: 140820\n- text: But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  start_ms: 140820\n  end_ms: 143040\n- 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170110\n- text: LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174960\n- text: And the outcome will be the same every time\n  start_ms: 174960\n  end_ms: 177620\n- text: We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n  start_ms: 177620\n  end_ms: 180420\n- text: Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  start_ms: 180420\n  end_ms: 183430\n- text: Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  start_ms: 183430\n  end_ms: 185810\n- text: With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  start_ms: 185810\n  end_ms: 189170\n- text: Thug nigga to the core\n  start_ms: 189170\n  end_ms: 190920\n- text: The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  start_ms: 190920\n  end_ms: 193230\n- text: Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  start_ms: 193230\n  end_ms: 196130\n- text: Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  start_ms: 196130\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 201950\n- text: Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  start_ms: 201950\n  end_ms: 204290\n- text: Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 204290\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 208890\n- text: Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  start_ms: 208890\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214380\n- text: Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  start_ms: 214380\n  end_ms: 217380\n- text: They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  start_ms: 217380\n  end_ms: 220100\n- text: On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  start_ms: 220100\n  end_ms: 222830\n- text: I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  start_ms: 222830\n  end_ms: 224670\n- text: They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  start_ms: 224670\n  end_ms: 227960\n- text: Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  start_ms: 227960\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 236340\n- text: My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  start_ms: 236340\n  end_ms: 238620\n- text: Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  start_ms: 238620\n  end_ms: 241870\n- text: Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n  start_ms: 241870\n  end_ms: 244410\n- text: Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":31790526,"name":"⭐Made Niggaz","trackName":"⭐Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Gang Related [Original Soundtrack]","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man separate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at its finest\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\nMotherfuckin' made niggas\nWe comin' after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun\nDo you feel me? World, do you hear me?\nCatch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin' all wild from my Double R\nWhen we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n\nBoom, once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on\nThink all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigger, fuckin' with a made nigga\nM.O.B., gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\nFuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin' made nigga\nI got a plot to get richer\nTake my picture, a made nigga\n\nNigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n'Cause I roll with Immortal thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave 'cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sinning\nAnd seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginnin', a made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in your vision?\nGunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off and poof like Rahman Raouf\nI can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under is just too much, we made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's\nFade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, E.D.I. Mean\nBorn July 7th, a few said I's, precious but others gave me they hate to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah, whether it's 'caine or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, E.D., a made nigga\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\nFeel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine, a made nigga\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies, and sirens\nGive it to you raw, thug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level\nShootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\nMash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on your motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nCall me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin' lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied, help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin' with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin' for repentance\n\nI'm so convinced that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral, and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\nI maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer\nGet into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched (uhh, Sarge)\nMy adversaries get fucked, feel me? (Uhh, we've got)\nMultimillionaire dreams (uh, Tupac Shakur)\nAll I want is the C.R.E.A.M (uhh, Fatal)\nI sell my shit to the fiends (Fatal Hussein), all the bitches scream (uhh, Kastro, Kadafi)\nCome and see, to see a made nigga (we got a bunch of niggas here)\nOutlawz (they've got guns in their car), Makaveli The Don (they've got weed)\n(They've got money, they're with a lot of Black women)\n\nHussein Fatal (what should we do, Sarge?, Edi Amin, Kastro\nNapoleon (uhh, I repeat, let 'em go), Kadafi (I repeat, let 'em go)\n(They're made niggas), Mussolini (let 'em go), M.O.B (but, but Sarge, they've got guns)\nI send this out to my niggas on the streets (they've got weed)\nThe motherfuckin' made niggas (I said, let 'em go)\nAll my niggas on Death Row (alright), Tha Dogg Pound (you guys can go, I'm sorry)\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas (I'm sorry about the-the mix up)\nYou know what time it is (you guys can go)\nDaz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti (Westside made niggas, beyotch!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.49] No man separate what we create\n[00:04.27] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.70] Death Row at its finest\n[00:09.53] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n[00:13.11] Motherfuckin' made niggas\n[00:14.91] We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:18.28] Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n[00:21.70] My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n[00:24.95] House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\n[00:27.45] Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n[00:29.95] Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun\n[00:32.66] Do you feel me? World, do you hear me?\n[00:35.28] Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:38.12] Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my Double R\n[00:41.12] When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n[00:44.23] Boom, once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.48] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:49.23] They don't wanna see me head on\n[00:51.40] Think all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.32] Call a gravedigger, fuckin' with a made nigga\n[00:56.83] M.O.B., gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n[00:59.68] Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.67] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n[01:06.86] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:09.09] A motherfuckin' made nigga\n[01:12.73] I got a plot to get richer\n[01:14.07] Take my picture, a made nigga\n[01:15.16] Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n[01:21.13] They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n[01:23.65] These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n[01:26.04] 'Cause I roll with Immortal thug niggas\n[01:28.10] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.66] Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.87] The President told us to leave 'cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.51] It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sinning\n[01:39.09] And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginnin', a made nigga\n[01:42.75] How many niggas fall in your vision?\n[01:44.61] Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:47.73] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:50.31] Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n[01:52.97] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:55.39] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:58.09] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.09] Blow the roof off and poof like Rahman Raouf\n[02:02.92] I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:05.43] And the niggas that I'm under is just too much, we made niggas\n[02:08.78] Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.35] Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.95] I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:19.10] Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:21.39] But I became official since the start of this, E.D.I. Mean\n[02:24.82] Born July 7th, a few said I's, precious but others gave me they hate to cherish\n[02:29.48] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:32.35] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.62] Yeah, whether it's 'caine or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:37.41] You'll forever know my name, E.D., a made nigga\n[02:39.42] I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that\n[02:42.69] The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:45.27] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.65] 'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\n[02:50.34] Feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:53.01] With a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\n[02:55.55] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:58.10] We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine, a made nigga\n[03:00.78] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.26] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.98] With my mentality of war, dead bodies, and sirens\n[03:08.54] Give it to you raw, thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.68] The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level\n[03:13.92] Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n[03:16.55] Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n[03:19.46] Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.71] Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.65] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:27.05] Gettin' lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:29.73] Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.88] Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n[03:35.14] Surround the court buildin' with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.99] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.42] On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance\n[03:43.04] I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n[03:44.88] They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:48.35] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:50.23] Kill your wife and hit the funeral, and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.63] Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n[03:55.78] I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.75] 'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.85] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n[04:05.27] Can you feel me? Come closer\n[04:08.72] Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched (uhh, Sarge)\n[04:12.01] My adversaries get fucked, feel me? (Uhh, we've got)\n[04:15.71] Multimillionaire dreams (uh, Tupac Shakur)\n[04:18.04] All I want is the C.R.E.A.M (uhh, Fatal)\n[04:19.86] I sell my shit to the fiends (Fatal Hussein), all the bitches scream (uhh, Kastro, Kadafi)\n[04:23.62] Come and see, to see a made nigga (we got a bunch of niggas here)\n[04:26.32] Outlawz (they've got guns in their car), Makaveli The Don (they've got weed)\n[04:29.54] (They've got money, they're with a lot of Black women)\n[04:31.12] Hussein Fatal (what should we do, Sarge?, Edi Amin, Kastro\n[04:34.67] Napoleon (uhh, I repeat, let 'em go), Kadafi (I repeat, let 'em go)\n[04:39.03] (They're made niggas), Mussolini (let 'em go), M.O.B (but, but Sarge, they've got guns)\n[04:43.43] I send this out to my niggas on the streets (they've got weed)\n[04:45.83] The motherfuckin' made niggas (I said, let 'em go)\n[04:47.38] All my niggas on Death Row (alright), Tha Dogg Pound (you guys can go, I'm sorry)\n[04:51.45] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas (I'm sorry about the-the mix up)\n[04:54.30] You know what time it is (you guys can go)\n[04:55.64] Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti (Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n[05:02.19] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ⭐Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Gang Related [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man separate what we create\n  start_ms: 490\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 7700\n- text: Death Row at its finest\n  start_ms: 7700\n  end_ms: 9530\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n  start_ms: 9530\n  end_ms: 13110\n- text: Motherfuckin' made niggas\n  start_ms: 13110\n  end_ms: 14910\n- text: We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 14910\n  end_ms: 18280\n- text: Feel me! 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World, do you hear me?\n  Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my Double R\n  When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n\n  Boom, once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on\n  Think all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigger, fuckin' with a made nigga\n  M.O.B., gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n  Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin' made nigga\n  I got a plot to get richer\n  Take my picture, a made nigga\n\n  Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n  'Cause I roll with Immortal thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave 'cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sinning\n  And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginnin', a made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in your vision?\n  Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off and poof like Rahman Raouf\n  I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under is just too much, we made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, E.D.I. Mean\n  Born July 7th, a few said I's, precious but others gave me they hate to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah, whether it's 'caine or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, E.D., a made nigga\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, my head, there will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\n  Feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine, a made nigga\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies, and sirens\n  Give it to you raw, thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level\n  Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin' lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin' with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance\n\n  I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral, and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n  I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n  'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer\n  Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched (uhh, Sarge)\n  My adversaries get fucked, feel me? (Uhh, we've got)\n  Multimillionaire dreams (uh, Tupac Shakur)\n  All I want is the C.R.E.A.M (uhh, Fatal)\n  I sell my shit to the fiends (Fatal Hussein), all the bitches scream (uhh, Kastro, Kadafi)\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga (we got a bunch of niggas here)\n  Outlawz (they've got guns in their car), Makaveli The Don (they've got weed)\n  (They've got money, they're with a lot of Black women)\n\n  Hussein Fatal (what should we do, Sarge?, Edi Amin, Kastro\n  Napoleon (uhh, I repeat, let 'em go), Kadafi (I repeat, let 'em go)\n  (They're made niggas), Mussolini (let 'em go), M.O.B (but, but Sarge, they've got guns)\n  I send this out to my niggas on the streets (they've got weed)\n  The motherfuckin' made niggas (I said, let 'em go)\n  All my niggas on Death Row (alright), Tha Dogg Pound (you guys can go, I'm sorry)\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas (I'm sorry about the-the mix up)\n  You know what time it is (you guys can go)\n  Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti (Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n"},{"id":18333113,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Ghetto Superstar","duration":304.593083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man separate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable\nMotherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\nMotherfuckin' made niggas\nWe comin' after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun\nDo you feel me? World, do you hear me?\nCatch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\nWhen we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\nM.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\nFuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin' made nigga\nI got a plot to get richer\nTake my picture, a made nigga\n\nNigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man\nTo grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave\n'Cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in your vision?\nGunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\nI can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\nWill emerge like crack in the 80's\nFade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this\nEdi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\nBut others gave me they hate to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, my head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\nFeel — a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war\nDead bodies and silence, give it to you raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\nShootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\nMash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on your motherfuckin' tear: I'm a made nigga\n\nCall me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGetting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied, help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\nSurround the court building with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, begging for repentance\nI'm so convinced that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiending for my cash\nLike a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral\nAnd tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\nI maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\nCan you feel me?\nCome closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\nMy adversaries get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams\nAll I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nOutlawz, Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\nNapoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\nI send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin' made niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is\nDaz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti\n(Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n\nUhh... Sarge... uhh...\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car\nThey've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\nUhh, I repeat, let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas... let 'em go\nBut, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said, let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] No man separate what we create\n[00:03.58] Unstoppable, untouchable\n[00:05.86] Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.73] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:08.93] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n[00:11.34] Motherfuckin' made niggas\n[00:14.27] We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.45] Feel me! 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World, do you hear me?\n[00:34.57] Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.18] Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\n[00:40.31] When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n[00:43.47] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:45.60] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:49.05] They don't wanna see me head on\n[00:50.94] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.25] Call a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\n[00:56.67] M.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n[00:59.47] Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.44] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n[01:05.78] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.57] A motherfuckin' made nigga\n[01:10.78] I got a plot to get richer\n[01:13.93] Take my picture, a made nigga\n[01:15.93] Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.78] My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n[01:21.06] They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n[01:23.72] These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n[01:26.67] 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:28.32] And my number one plan to kill a man\n[01:29.86] To grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.30] Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.87] The President told us to leave\n[01:35.03] 'Cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.66] It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.76] And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\n[01:41.31] A made nigga\n[01:42.89] How many niggas fall in your vision?\n[01:44.63] Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:47.32] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:50.17] Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n[01:52.52] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:55.23] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:58.24] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.33] Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\n[02:02.69] I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:05.49] And the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas\n[02:08.19] Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:10.97] Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:14.06] I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\n[02:16.53] Will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:19.04] Fade me? 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Sarge... uhh...\n[04:58.99] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n[04:59.16] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n[04:59.67] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[04:59.84] They've got guns in their car\n[04:59.91] They've got weed, they've got money\n[05:00.07] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n[05:00.31] Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:00.62] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:00.84] They're made niggas... let 'em go\n[05:00.94] But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:01.01] I said, let 'em go\n[05:01.25] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:01.48] I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n[05:01.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Ghetto Superstar\n  duration_ms: 304593\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man separate what we create\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3580\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable\n  start_ms: 3580\n  end_ms: 5860\n- text: Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 5860\n  end_ms: 7730\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 7730\n  end_ms: 8930\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n  start_ms: 8930\n  end_ms: 11340\n- text: Motherfuckin' made niggas\n  start_ms: 11340\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16450\n- text: Feel me! 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World, do you hear me?\n  start_ms: 32400\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 37180\n- text: Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\n  start_ms: 37180\n  end_ms: 40310\n- text: When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n  start_ms: 40310\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 49050\n- text: They don't wanna see me head on\n  start_ms: 49050\n  end_ms: 50940\n- text: Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  start_ms: 50940\n  end_ms: 54250\n- text: Call a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\n  start_ms: 54250\n  end_ms: 56670\n- text: M.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n  start_ms: 56670\n  end_ms: 59470\n- text: Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n  start_ms: 59470\n  end_ms: 62440\n- text: Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 62440\n  end_ms: 65780\n- text: (Can you feel me?)\n  start_ms: 65780\n  end_ms: 68570\n- text: A motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 68570\n  end_ms: 70780\n- text: I got a plot to get richer\n  start_ms: 70780\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Take my picture, a made nigga\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 75930\n- text: Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  start_ms: 75930\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 81060\n- text: They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n  start_ms: 81060\n  end_ms: 83720\n- text: These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n  start_ms: 83720\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: '''Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas'\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 88320\n- text: And my number one plan to kill a man\n  start_ms: 88320\n  end_ms: 89860\n- text: To grab a needle and drug niggas\n  start_ms: 89860\n  end_ms: 91300\n- text: Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n  start_ms: 91300\n  end_ms: 93870\n- text: The President told us to leave\n  start_ms: 93870\n  end_ms: 95030\n- text: '''Cause the government don''t want us'\n  start_ms: 95030\n  end_ms: 96660\n- text: It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  start_ms: 96660\n  end_ms: 98760\n- text: And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\n  start_ms: 98760\n  end_ms: 101310\n- text: A made nigga\n  start_ms: 101310\n  end_ms: 102890\n- text: How many niggas fall in your vision?\n  start_ms: 102890\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 107320\n- text: We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  start_ms: 107320\n  end_ms: 110170\n- text: Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n  start_ms: 110170\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: It's only one way out and one way in\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 115230\n- text: Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  start_ms: 115230\n  end_ms: 118240\n- text: We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  start_ms: 118240\n  end_ms: 120330\n- text: Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\n  start_ms: 120330\n  end_ms: 122690\n- text: I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n  start_ms: 122690\n  end_ms: 125490\n- text: 'And the niggas that I''m under is just too much: we made niggas'\n  start_ms: 125490\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 130970\n- text: Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  start_ms: 130970\n  end_ms: 134060\n- text: I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\n  start_ms: 134060\n  end_ms: 136530\n- text: Will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  start_ms: 136530\n  end_ms: 139040\n- text: Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n  start_ms: 139040\n  end_ms: 141140\n- text: But I became official since the start of this\n  start_ms: 141140\n  end_ms: 143920\n- text: Edi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\n  start_ms: 143920\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: But others gave me they hate to cherish\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 150180\n- text: But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  start_ms: 150180\n  end_ms: 152600\n- text: Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  start_ms: 152600\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158110\n- text: You'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n  start_ms: 158110\n  end_ms: 160070\n- text: I ain't count the line, my strap, my head\n  start_ms: 160070\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: There will be none of that\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 162470\n- text: The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n  start_ms: 162470\n  end_ms: 164670\n- 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191080\n- text: The results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193460\n- text: Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n  start_ms: 193460\n  end_ms: 196590\n- text: Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n  start_ms: 196590\n  end_ms: 198970\n- text: 'Made niggas on your motherfuckin'' tear: I''m a made nigga'\n  start_ms: 198970\n  end_ms: 202450\n- text: Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n  start_ms: 202450\n  end_ms: 204580\n- text: Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 204580\n  end_ms: 207240\n- text: Getting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  start_ms: 207240\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 212620\n- text: Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n  start_ms: 212620\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Surround the court building with the gauge and spray\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217770\n- text: They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  start_ms: 217770\n  end_ms: 220240\n- text: On my knees to God, begging for repentance\n  start_ms: 220240\n  end_ms: 223060\n- text: I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n  start_ms: 223060\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: They got me fiending for my cash\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226140\n- text: Like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  start_ms: 226140\n  end_ms: 228300\n- text: Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  start_ms: 228300\n  end_ms: 230560\n- text: Kill your wife and hit the funeral\n  start_ms: 230560\n  end_ms: 231910\n- text: And tell you just who gave the order\n  start_ms: 231910\n  end_ms: 233870\n- text: Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n  start_ms: 233870\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238880\n- text: '''Til the day I die, I''ll be remembered as a paid nigga'\n  start_ms: 238880\n  end_ms: 241810\n- text: Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 241810\n  end_ms: 245640\n- text: Can you feel me?\n  start_ms: 245640\n  end_ms: 246920\n- text: Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 246920\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 252060\n- text: My adversaries get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 252060\n  end_ms: 254860\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams\n  start_ms: 254860\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 260410\n  end_ms: 263370\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 263370\n  end_ms: 266120\n- text: Outlawz, Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 266120\n  end_ms: 270190\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\n  start_ms: 270190\n  end_ms: 274230\n- text: Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\n  start_ms: 274230\n  end_ms: 282920\n- text: I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  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Sarge... uhh...\n  start_ms: 298510\n  end_ms: 298990\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n  start_ms: 298990\n  end_ms: 299160\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n  start_ms: 299160\n  end_ms: 299670\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 299670\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: They've got guns in their car\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 299910\n- text: They've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 299910\n  end_ms: 300070\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n  start_ms: 300070\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300310\n  end_ms: 300620\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300620\n  end_ms: 300840\n- text: They're made niggas... let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300840\n  end_ms: 300940\n- text: But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 300940\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I said, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 301250\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 301250\n  end_ms: 301480\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n  start_ms: 301480\n  end_ms: 301630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301630\nplain: |-\n  No man separate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable\n  Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n  Motherfuckin' made niggas\n  We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun\n  Do you feel me? World, do you hear me?\n  Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\n  When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\n  M.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n  Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin' made nigga\n  I got a plot to get richer\n  Take my picture, a made nigga\n\n  Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n  'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man\n  To grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave\n  'Cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in your vision?\n  Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\n  I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\n  Will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this\n  Edi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\n  But others gave me they hate to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, my head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\n  Feel — a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war\n  Dead bodies and silence, give it to you raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\n  Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear: I'm a made nigga\n\n  Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Getting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court building with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, begging for repentance\n  I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiending for my cash\n  Like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral\n  And tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n  I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n  'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me?\n  Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\n  My adversaries get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams\n  All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  Outlawz, Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\n  Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\n  I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin' made niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is\n  Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti\n  (Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n\n  Uhh... Sarge... uhh...\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car\n  They've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n  Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas... let 'em go\n  But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said, let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n"},{"id":20900387,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Death Row Dayz","duration":310.883265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] No man seperate what we create\n[00:01.25] Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n[00:08.14] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:09.15] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n[00:11.85] We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.90] Feel me! 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":18978439,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Death Row Dayz","duration":304.1204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! 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Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Death Row Dayz\n  duration_ms: 304120\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 1250\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":17599733,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Ghetto Super Star","duration":304.593083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man separate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable\nMotherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\nMotherfuckin' made niggas\nWe comin' after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun\nDo you feel me? World, do you hear me?\nCatch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\nWhen we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\nM.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\nFuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin' made nigga\nI got a plot to get richer\nTake my picture, a made nigga\n\nNigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man\nTo grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave\n'Cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in your vision?\nGunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\nI can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\nWill emerge like crack in the 80's\nFade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this\nEdi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\nBut others gave me they hate to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, my head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\nFeel — a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war\nDead bodies and silence, give it to you raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\nShootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\nMash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on your motherfuckin' tear: I'm a made nigga\n\nCall me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGetting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied, help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\nSurround the court building with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, begging for repentance\nI'm so convinced that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiending for my cash\nLike a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral\nAnd tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\nI maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\nCan you feel me?\nCome closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\nMy adversaries get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams\nAll I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nOutlawz, Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\nNapoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\nI send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin' made niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is\nDaz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti\n(Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n\nUhh... Sarge... uhh...\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car\nThey've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\nUhh, I repeat, let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas... let 'em go\nBut, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said, let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.78] No man separate what we create\n[00:03.58] Unstoppable, untouchable\n[00:05.86] Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n[00:07.73] Death Row at it's finest!\n[00:08.93] M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n[00:11.34] Motherfuckin' made niggas\n[00:14.27] We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n[00:16.45] Feel me! 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Sarge... uhh...\n[04:58.99] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n[04:59.16] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n[04:59.67] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[04:59.84] They've got guns in their car\n[04:59.91] They've got weed, they've got money\n[05:00.07] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n[05:00.31] Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:00.62] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:00.84] They're made niggas... let 'em go\n[05:00.94] But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:01.01] I said, let 'em go\n[05:01.25] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:01.48] I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n[05:01.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Ghetto Super Star\n  duration_ms: 304593\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man separate what we create\n  start_ms: 780\n  end_ms: 3580\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable\n  start_ms: 3580\n  end_ms: 5860\n- text: Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 5860\n  end_ms: 7730\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 7730\n  end_ms: 8930\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n  start_ms: 8930\n  end_ms: 11340\n- text: Motherfuckin' made niggas\n  start_ms: 11340\n  end_ms: 14270\n- text: We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 16450\n- text: Feel me! 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World, do you hear me?\n  start_ms: 32400\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 37180\n- text: Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\n  start_ms: 37180\n  end_ms: 40310\n- text: When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n  start_ms: 40310\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 49050\n- text: They don't wanna see me head on\n  start_ms: 49050\n  end_ms: 50940\n- text: Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  start_ms: 50940\n  end_ms: 54250\n- text: Call a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\n  start_ms: 54250\n  end_ms: 56670\n- text: M.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n  start_ms: 56670\n  end_ms: 59470\n- text: Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n  start_ms: 59470\n  end_ms: 62440\n- text: Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 62440\n  end_ms: 65780\n- text: (Can you feel me?)\n  start_ms: 65780\n  end_ms: 68570\n- text: A motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 68570\n  end_ms: 70780\n- text: I got a plot to get richer\n  start_ms: 70780\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Take my picture, a made nigga\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 75930\n- text: Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  start_ms: 75930\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 81060\n- text: They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n  start_ms: 81060\n  end_ms: 83720\n- text: These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n  start_ms: 83720\n  end_ms: 86670\n- text: '''Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas'\n  start_ms: 86670\n  end_ms: 88320\n- text: And my number one plan to kill a man\n  start_ms: 88320\n  end_ms: 89860\n- text: To grab a needle and drug niggas\n  start_ms: 89860\n  end_ms: 91300\n- text: Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n  start_ms: 91300\n  end_ms: 93870\n- text: The President told us to leave\n  start_ms: 93870\n  end_ms: 95030\n- text: '''Cause the government don''t want us'\n  start_ms: 95030\n  end_ms: 96660\n- text: It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  start_ms: 96660\n  end_ms: 98760\n- text: And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\n  start_ms: 98760\n  end_ms: 101310\n- text: A made nigga\n  start_ms: 101310\n  end_ms: 102890\n- text: How many niggas fall in your vision?\n  start_ms: 102890\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 107320\n- text: We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  start_ms: 107320\n  end_ms: 110170\n- text: Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n  start_ms: 110170\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: It's only one way out and one way in\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 115230\n- text: Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  start_ms: 115230\n  end_ms: 118240\n- text: We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  start_ms: 118240\n  end_ms: 120330\n- text: Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\n  start_ms: 120330\n  end_ms: 122690\n- text: I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n  start_ms: 122690\n  end_ms: 125490\n- text: 'And the niggas that I''m under is just too much: we made niggas'\n  start_ms: 125490\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 130970\n- text: Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  start_ms: 130970\n  end_ms: 134060\n- text: I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\n  start_ms: 134060\n  end_ms: 136530\n- text: Will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  start_ms: 136530\n  end_ms: 139040\n- text: Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n  start_ms: 139040\n  end_ms: 141140\n- text: But I became official since the start of this\n  start_ms: 141140\n  end_ms: 143920\n- text: Edi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\n  start_ms: 143920\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: But others gave me they hate to cherish\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 150180\n- text: But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  start_ms: 150180\n  end_ms: 152600\n- text: Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  start_ms: 152600\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158110\n- text: You'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n  start_ms: 158110\n  end_ms: 160070\n- text: I ain't count the line, my strap, my head\n  start_ms: 160070\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: There will be none of that\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 162470\n- text: The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n  start_ms: 162470\n  end_ms: 164670\n- 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191080\n- text: The results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 193460\n- text: Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n  start_ms: 193460\n  end_ms: 196590\n- text: Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n  start_ms: 196590\n  end_ms: 198970\n- text: 'Made niggas on your motherfuckin'' tear: I''m a made nigga'\n  start_ms: 198970\n  end_ms: 202450\n- text: Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n  start_ms: 202450\n  end_ms: 204580\n- text: Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  start_ms: 204580\n  end_ms: 207240\n- text: Getting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  start_ms: 207240\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 212620\n- text: Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n  start_ms: 212620\n  end_ms: 215080\n- text: Surround the court building with the gauge and spray\n  start_ms: 215080\n  end_ms: 217770\n- text: They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  start_ms: 217770\n  end_ms: 220240\n- text: On my knees to God, begging for repentance\n  start_ms: 220240\n  end_ms: 223060\n- text: I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n  start_ms: 223060\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: They got me fiending for my cash\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226140\n- text: Like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  start_ms: 226140\n  end_ms: 228300\n- text: Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  start_ms: 228300\n  end_ms: 230560\n- text: Kill your wife and hit the funeral\n  start_ms: 230560\n  end_ms: 231910\n- text: And tell you just who gave the order\n  start_ms: 231910\n  end_ms: 233870\n- text: Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n  start_ms: 233870\n  end_ms: 235830\n- text: I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n  start_ms: 235830\n  end_ms: 238880\n- text: '''Til the day I die, I''ll be remembered as a paid nigga'\n  start_ms: 238880\n  end_ms: 241810\n- text: Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n  start_ms: 241810\n  end_ms: 245640\n- text: Can you feel me?\n  start_ms: 245640\n  end_ms: 246920\n- text: Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 246920\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 252060\n- text: My adversaries get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 252060\n  end_ms: 254860\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams\n  start_ms: 254860\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 260410\n  end_ms: 263370\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 263370\n  end_ms: 266120\n- text: Outlawz, Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 266120\n  end_ms: 270190\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\n  start_ms: 270190\n  end_ms: 274230\n- text: Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\n  start_ms: 274230\n  end_ms: 282920\n- text: I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  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Sarge... uhh...\n  start_ms: 298510\n  end_ms: 298990\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n  start_ms: 298990\n  end_ms: 299160\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n  start_ms: 299160\n  end_ms: 299670\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 299670\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: They've got guns in their car\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 299910\n- text: They've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 299910\n  end_ms: 300070\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n  start_ms: 300070\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300310\n  end_ms: 300620\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300620\n  end_ms: 300840\n- text: They're made niggas... let 'em go\n  start_ms: 300840\n  end_ms: 300940\n- text: But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 300940\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I said, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 301250\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 301250\n  end_ms: 301480\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n  start_ms: 301480\n  end_ms: 301630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 301630\nplain: |-\n  No man separate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable\n  Motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life\n  Motherfuckin' made niggas\n  We comin' after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun\n  Do you feel me? World, do you hear me?\n  Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R\n  When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin' with a made nigga\n  M.O.B, gunfire, gettin' sprayed quicker\n  Fuck 'em all, let 'em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin' made nigga\n  I got a plot to get richer\n  Take my picture, a made nigga\n\n  Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin' niggas, so I know I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them\n  'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man\n  To grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us, because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave\n  'Cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in your vision?\n  Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever, knowin' it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rauf al-Mabhouh\n  I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me your prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin' at those who be paper snatchin'\n  Will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Fade me? Maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this\n  Edi Amin, born July, 7th, a few shed eyes, precious\n  But others gave me they hate to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah, whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi, a made nigga\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, my head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin' Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  'Til he still and chill, recognize the real deal\n  Feel — a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun, but it pays, so I'm bustin' for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war\n  Dead bodies and silence, give it to you raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level\n  Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear: I'm a made nigga\n\n  Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Getting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court building with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, begging for repentance\n  I'm so convinced that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiending for my cash\n  Like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral\n  And tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone\n  I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed\n  'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me?\n  Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched\n  My adversaries get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams\n  All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  Outlawz, Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro\n  Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.\n  I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin' made niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is\n  Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti\n  (Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!)\n\n  Uhh... Sarge... uhh...\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car\n  They've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?\n  Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas... let 'em go\n  But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said, let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go\n"},{"id":18839720,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 8 - All Eyez On Him","duration":311.205583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. 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Come closer, ha ha ha\n  start_ms: 244410\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 259500\n- text: I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  start_ms: 259500\n  end_ms: 262650\n- text: Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  start_ms: 262650\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269720\n- text: Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  start_ms: 269720\n  end_ms: 276680\n- text: Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":20589982,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Still I Rise (Part 2)","duration":304.593083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! 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Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? 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Catch a risin star\n[00:36.01] Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n[00:37.73] Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n[00:40.71] When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n[00:43.37] Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n[00:46.39] All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n[00:48.89] They don't wanna see me head on.\n[00:50.69] Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n[00:54.02] Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n[00:57.23] Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n[00:59.18] Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n[01:02.35] Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[01:05.34] (Can you feel me?)\n[01:08.31] A motherfuckin made nigga.\n[01:10.99] I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n[01:14.62] A made nigga\n[01:15.78] Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n[01:17.75] My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n[01:20.93] They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n[01:23.31] These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n[01:25.62] Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n[01:27.39] And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n[01:31.17] Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n[01:33.65] The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n[01:36.24] It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n[01:38.91] And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n[01:41.65] A made nigga\n[01:42.60] How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n[01:43.98] Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n[01:46.86] We mash together, plus we get cash together\n[01:49.58] Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n[01:52.24] It's only one way out and one way in\n[01:54.18] Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n[01:57.42] We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n[02:00.25] Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n[02:02.36] I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n[02:04.81] And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n[02:07.35] We made niggas\n[02:08.85] Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n[02:11.13] Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n[02:13.48] I began the paper, stackin at those\n[02:15.74] Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n[02:18.59] Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n[02:20.82] But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n[02:23.04] Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n[02:27.18] Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n[02:29.15] But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n[02:31.93] Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n[02:34.43] Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n[02:36.98] You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n[02:39.35] I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n[02:41.25] There will be none of that\n[02:42.67] The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n[02:44.92] With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n[02:47.51] Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n[02:50.11] LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n[02:52.64] With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n[02:54.96] And the outcome will be the same every time\n[02:57.62] We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n[03:00.42] Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n[03:03.43] Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n[03:05.81] With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n[03:09.17] Thug nigga to the core\n[03:10.92] The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n[03:13.23] Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n[03:16.13] Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n[03:19.08] Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n[03:21.95] Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n[03:24.29] Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n[03:26.84] Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n[03:28.89] Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n[03:32.17] Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n[03:34.38] Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n[03:37.38] They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n[03:40.10] On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n[03:42.83] I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n[03:44.67] They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n[03:47.96] Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n[03:49.96] Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n[03:53.21] Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n[03:56.34] My army of lunatics that stay armed\n[03:58.62] Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n[04:01.87] Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n[04:04.41] Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n[04:08.05] Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n[04:11.28] My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n[04:15.13] Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n[04:19.50] I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n[04:22.65] Come and see, to see a made nigga\n[04:25.26] The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n[04:29.72] Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n[04:36.68] Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n[04:45.37] The motherfuckin made Niggas\n[04:46.89] All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n[04:50.01] Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n[04:54.70] You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n[04:57.82] Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n[05:00.89] Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n[05:01.77] We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n[05:02.12] Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n[05:02.33] Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n[05:02.55] We got a bunch of niggas here\n[05:02.60] They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n[05:02.81] They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n[05:03.04] Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n[05:03.10] I repeat, let 'em go\n[05:03.34] They're made niggas. let 'em go\n[05:03.52] But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n[05:03.77] I said let 'em go\n[05:03.81] Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n[05:04.03] I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n[05:04.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Still I Rise (Part 2)\n  duration_ms: 304593\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No man seperate what we create\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 1250\n- text: Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  start_ms: 1250\n  end_ms: 8140\n- text: Death Row at it's finest!\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 9150\n- text: M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  start_ms: 9150\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 16900\n- text: Feel me! 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I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  start_ms: 276680\n  end_ms: 285370\n- text: The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  start_ms: 285370\n  end_ms: 286890\n- text: All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  start_ms: 286890\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 294700\n- text: You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  start_ms: 294700\n  end_ms: 297820\n- text: Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n  start_ms: 297820\n  end_ms: 300890\n- text: Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  start_ms: 300890\n  end_ms: 301770\n- text: We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  start_ms: 301770\n  end_ms: 302120\n- text: Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  start_ms: 302120\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: We got a bunch of niggas here\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 302600\n- text: They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  start_ms: 302600\n  end_ms: 302810\n- text: They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  start_ms: 302810\n  end_ms: 303040\n- text: Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303040\n  end_ms: 303100\n- text: I repeat, let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303100\n  end_ms: 303340\n- text: They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303340\n  end_ms: 303520\n- text: But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  start_ms: 303520\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: I said let 'em go\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 304220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304220\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"},{"id":16584582,"name":"Made Niggaz","trackName":"Made Niggaz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 08 (All Eyez On Him)","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No man seperate what we create\nUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\nDeath Row at it's finest!\nM.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\nWe comin after these niggas, worldwide\nFeel me! Makaveli the Don\n\nMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\nHouse full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\nAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\nHad the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\nWorld do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\nFuck the love, niggas fear me\nGot these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\nWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\nBoom once I enter the room, in the air\nAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\nThey don't wanna see me head on.\nThink of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\nCall a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\nGunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\nFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\nMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n(Can you feel me?)\nA motherfuckin made nigga.\nI got a plot to get richer, take my picture\nA made nigga\n\nNigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\nMy role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\nThey got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\nThese niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\nCause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\nAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\nNiggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\nThe President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\nIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\nAnd seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\nA made nigga\n\nHow many niggas fall in ya vision?\nGunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\nWe mash together, plus we get cash together\nBlast whenever knowin it don't last forever\nIt's only one way out and one way in\nMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\nWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\nBlow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\nI can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\nAnd the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\nWe made niggas\n\nPicture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\nCall me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\nI began the paper, stackin at those\nWho be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\nBaby, maybe, that's if I slip\nBut I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\nBorn July, 7th a few shed eyes\nPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\nBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\nMade for war, my aim is simple and plain\nYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\nYou'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\nI ain't count the line, my strap, not head\nThere will be none of that\nThe young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\nWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\nTil he still and chill, recognize the real dea\nLFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\nWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\nAnd the outcome will be the same every time\nWe all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\nTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\nRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\nWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\nThug nigga to the core\nThe results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\nShootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\nMash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\nMade niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\nHa ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\nKnow the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\nGettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\nGame, when applied help me survive several centuries\nLock me in a cage I'll display my rage\nSurround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\nThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\nOn my knees to God, beggin for repentence\nI'm convinced, that I'm a thug\nThey got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\nDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\nKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\nMakaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\nMy army of lunatics that stay armed\nTil the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\nOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\nCan you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\nGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\nMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\nMultimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\nI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\nCome and see, to see a made nigga\nThe Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\nHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\nMussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\nThe motherfuckin made Niggas\nAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\nTha Doggfather, and all his niggas\nYou know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\nKurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\nUhh. sarge. uhh.\nWe've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\nUhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\nUhh Kastro, Khadafi\nWe got a bunch of niggas here\nThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\nThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\nUhh I repeat let 'em go\nI repeat, let 'em go\nThey're made niggas. let 'em go\nBut-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\nI said let 'em go\nAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\nI'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Made Niggaz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Makaveli 08 (All Eyez On Him)\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No man seperate what we create\n  Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures\n  Death Row at it's finest!\n  M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggas\n  We comin after these niggas, worldwide\n  Feel me! Makaveli the Don\n\n  My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug\n  House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love\n  Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs\n  Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?\n  World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star\n  Fuck the love, niggas fear me\n  Got these niggas runnin all wild from my double-I\n  When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die\n  Boom once I enter the room, in the air\n  All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared\n  They don't wanna see me head on.\n  Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone\n  Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B\n  Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker.\n  Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer\n  Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  (Can you feel me?)\n  A motherfuckin made nigga.\n  I got a plot to get richer, take my picture\n  A made nigga\n\n  Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat\n  My role model was killin niggas so I know, I would never be weak\n  They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins\n  These niggas crossed my father den my father crossed them\n  Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas\n  And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggas\n  Niggas don't like us because they bitches straight love us\n  The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us\n  It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin\n  And seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin\n  A made nigga\n\n  How many niggas fall in ya vision?\n  Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison\n  We mash together, plus we get cash together\n  Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever\n  It's only one way out and one way in\n  Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men\n  We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot\n  Blow the roof off them groups like Rachmel Raouf\n  I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch\n  And the niggas that I'm under, is just too much\n  We made niggas\n\n  Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine\n  Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen\n  I began the paper, stackin at those\n  Who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's\n  Baby, maybe, that's if I slip\n  But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin\n  Born July, 7th a few shed eyes\n  Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish\n  But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game\n  Made for war, my aim is simple and plain\n  Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain\n  You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin\n\n  I ain't count the line, my strap, not head\n  There will be none of that\n  The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat\n  With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga\n  Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea\n  LFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb\n  With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun\n  And the outcome will be the same every time\n  We all gon' die, get yours cause I'mma get mine\n\n  Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit\n  Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public\n  With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw\n  Thug nigga to the core\n  The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level\n  Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil\n  Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year\n  Made niggas on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga\n\n  Ha ha ha. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily\n  Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli\n  Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentiaries\n  Game, when applied help me survive several centuries\n  Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage\n  Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray\n  They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced\n  On my knees to God, beggin for repentence\n  I'm convinced, that I'm a thug\n  They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs\n  Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter\n  Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order\n  Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain\n  My army of lunatics that stay armed\n  Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga\n  Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga\n\n  Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha\n  Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched\n  My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?\n  Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M\n  I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream\n  Come and see, to see a made nigga\n  The Outlawz. Makaveli The Don\n  Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi.\n  Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets\n  The motherfuckin made Niggas\n  All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound\n  Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas\n  You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger\n  Kurupt, Young Gotti.(Hahaha, Westside made niggas BEOTCH!!)\n\n  Uhh. sarge. uhh.\n  We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur.\n  Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein.\n  Uhh Kastro, Khadafi\n  We got a bunch of niggas here\n  They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money\n  They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?\n  Uhh I repeat let 'em go\n  I repeat, let 'em go\n  They're made niggas. let 'em go\n  But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed\n  I said let 'em go\n  Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry\n  I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can\n"}]