Made N***** - Mack 10, Master P, Silkk The Shocker

Third ward, New Orleans.

To Inglewood

To the motherfuckin world, nigga

Mack Dime.

(What's up my nigga?)

Mystikal, and Master P

(They know, P, they know, they know.)

(Master P & Mack 10) X 6

Made niggas from the South to the West!

Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall

How many killas done called, No Limit niggas stand tall

Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja

Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin rollers

Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola

Nigga, hangin with the big niggas

Penitentiary chances just to make six figures

No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum

Nigga, we made niggas and we rappin

Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P

Every rowdy bout it nigga won’t you follow me?

Watch me!

I’m throwed off, I ain’t right!

Bitch I’ll do you somethin, I ain’t wrapped tight!

I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey

Managed by TC and paid by big Percy

Whole lotta niggas with me

You think I’m lying, but I’m not

You know who we are, we ready for war

You ready to die fuckin with the wide Tchoupitoulas

Say your prayers, them niggas shottin, Hallelujah!

Gotta stop these niggas from runnin they dick lickers

We self made big niggas, killin these bitch niggas

We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion

Made niggas from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10

Gotta get real with this shit that’s the only way shit gon happen

We made now, we was gangstas back then!

From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and

No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we got the Recipe

I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all

Hit the rizzo and ball from LA to the Mardi Gras

No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos

Slangin compact discs like they kilos

A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla

Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas

Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner

Transactions in New Orleans over jambalaya dinner

Cuz what you say you want, that’s it, that’s what you get, you

Can’t switch

Cuz Silkk’ll shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch

We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare

Make the haters stop and stay «How we do that there?»

See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures

Hoo Bangin and No Limit, two sets of made niggas

(till fade)