MASTER P Made Ni**az lyrics

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)
(What's up, P?)

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west

Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, No Limit niggaz stand tall
'Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennessey and that doja
Runnin' from the motherfuckin' rollers, slangin' tapes like cola

Nigga, hangin' with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin' gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin'
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy 'bout it, nigga, won't you follow me?

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west

Watch me, I'm throwed off, I ain't right
Bitch, I'll do you somethin', I ain't wrapped tight
I roll with bullets like [Incomprehensible] and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big Percy

Whole lotta niggaz with me, you think I'm lying but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin' with the wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin', Hallelujah
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin', they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin' these bitch niggaz


We paper chasin', goin' platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit, that's the only way shit gon' happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west

From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin', see, we got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from L.A. 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 lose, 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 say it, "How we do that there?"
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Hoo Bangin and No Limit, two sets of made niggaz

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west

Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west
Made niggaz from the south to the west