No man separate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz We comin' after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me, Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin' all wild from my double, I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom, once I enter the room, in the air All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin' sprayed quicker Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'Cause I seen it at the beginnin' A made nigga How many niggaz fall in ya vision? Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever knowin' it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified] I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under Is just too much We made niggaz Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin' at those Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin I ain't count the line, my strap, not head There will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til' he still and chill, recognize the real dea l feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin' lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin' with the gage and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain My army of lunatics that stay armed Til' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga Can you feel me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the cream I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz, Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi Mussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin, made niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti (Ha, ha, ha, Westside made niggaz beotch) Uh, sarge, uh We've got uh Tupac Shakur Uh, Fatal, Fatal Hussein Uh, Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uh, I repeat let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz let 'em go But, but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry

Prisoner, like a hostage yo You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich Deep in the dirt 'cause you is a sucker And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker Don't try to hang, you best avoid 'Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids Before you try to fuck with Ren I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten First come, first served Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts? With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating Styles they got are full of bull, 'cause their vocals are local In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full They got the nerve to cuss Only reason niggas picking your record is 'cause they thought it was us Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you? You can't harm me, alarm me Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army The Niggaz With Attitudes, if you didn't know We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go Yo, time for some taking Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in It's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya 'Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on Don't step on the motherfUCking stage with our nights on Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow All these niggas with the gibber-jabber But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer Gangsters in black are out there But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear On my motherfucking dick But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick So yo, step up, go to bed, 'cause if you're misled You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see I love streetwise, nigga you know me Rolling with some real niggas, playing for keeps But you motherfuckers know who run the streets With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit (Now how much harder can another nigga get?) Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust) So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please Since you're on the dick, why don't you drop to your knees? 'Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill Eazy E, a nigga that's real Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compton Quick to getting your shit without a second thought And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black Bow down to the kings, and raid a half They're played out, that's what niggas were chatting One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it People thought we was finished and done with But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe your tears And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb You're on the dick so far, niggas not one And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up 'Cause if I let you slide, it's just 'cause you're locked up Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya Because my attitude's a little bigger 'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggas Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's Sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams Because it only you shows you how dope I am Never try to ignore us When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play We started out with too much cargo So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say But I'ma do this shit anyway 'Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in It's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing You are now (real, real) Niggas, niggas N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton Taking over shit in all of the 1990s Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 talk like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Avión and gold bottles, this is hood royalty No matter how broke, how rich Nigga, never ever compromise your loyalty Medusa head on my Versace robe Standing on a pile of white bricks Imagine crosses on the units Stamps looking like a crucifix Pure like the blood of Virgin Mary Turn water to some wine, nigga Plug did a touchdown, met him at nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall God shit, I'm on my Kanye Bad bitch she my Kim K Legend is that he made a million dollars But the nigga really started with a four weight Whom shall I fear, nigga The plug say it's no limits I sent the man right here, nigga Snatch a partner out the state pen Hallejulah, amen Pull a little water from the sink Hope it wash away the sin, nigga The foe did a touchdown Met him at the Chanterelle's in West End, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Young 5'8 tall like he 10 foot tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall