The muthafuckin' saga continues Die nigga Where I'm born And died nigga You've been diein' for 400 years Niggaz know how to die Niggaz don't know nothin' else But dying Niggaz dream about dyiqng Im a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I got a case of spittin' in a muthafucker's face So me and my ace We got a taste of a muthafucker's billy club He took his gun and put it to my head and said, "Nigga start runnin'" So tell me what's the next episode? Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me? I thought, 'Run nigga, run' but I caught myself Because my secondary thought was death I get hit hard real, but still muthafucker said "I want another black muthafucker dead Niggaz ain't good for shit to me 'Cause it's a race for second class So get your ass up against the wall bitch" And then he tried, they jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole It's just another way to let you know I never said, I never said, I never said, ok can't fuck wit me Real muthafuckin' G Straight from the streets of the CPT Tellin' you why real niggaz don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Real niggaz don't die 'Cause they eventually multiply The niggaz I'm with, they take an eye for an eye Because the times are so wrong Got to stay so strong Niggaz got to keep it goin' on and on And don't let no pail face They throw your ass in a snail race Have your residents occupyin' a jail space That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fucked around I try to let you know what the record it's underground They don't give a fuck about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger and have you in front of a barrel Smilin' sayin', "Cheese" So nigga get smart and rebel back I'm not wit that black shit so I'm not gonna yell that All I see is niggaz gettin' harassed We can't do nothin' about it but get a foot in they ass, yo But if every nigga grabbed a nine And started shootin' muthafuckers, it would put them in line And that's how it's supposed to be When the pussy ass niggas try to fuck wit me Yo, because it's useless to try To kill a nigga 'cause nigga a muthafuckin' a real nigga don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Damn nigga, everywhere you go niggas dyin here Niggas been dying for 400 years I'm a muthafuckin' nigga Wth an attitude Only the good die young, so they make me young and bad Puttin' ass kickin's on the niggaz that never had So I guess that makes me tough shit Straight up gangsta, wrong nigga to fuck with So how can a nigga die when he's causin' the bloodshed By shootin' muthafuckas in the head Tryin' to make a nigga extinct because they fear me But never want to hear me So I'ma let 'em know how a nigga's livin' Checkin' for muthafuckas cause nobody ain't givin' a damn thing To a nigga, a real nigga So I'm livin' by the muthafuckin' trigger 'Cause a nigga ain't afraid of bein' locked up I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuck But they still want to try To kill a nigga like me but muthafuckin' real niggaz don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Die nigga

Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things check We started out makin small time bacon Two little niggaz bakin talkin bout whippin cakes Get clothin and big cheddar hopin it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls You know how the game goes, slang to get G's And speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things So now you own a record label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways So I can get paid, everday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? On the road to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things And I'm out Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house Jigga Much love $hort Dawg, get your money main All the way from the West coast Uhh, how real is that

Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Niggas just killed that nigga, nigga just pulled that trigger Niggas just came home early, all 'cause he told on his nigga Nigga gon' rock that ice, nigga gon' take your life At the red light, no license, nigga gon' take that right Nigga fake band that Gucci, nigga start rockin' that Dolce Say he don't really fuck wit' me, nigga don't even really know me Nigga gon' say hе rich, then he gon' fuck your bitch Then hе gon' drop a mixtape, nigga gon' ice his wrist Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Nigga gon' look you in the face, nigga gon' tell you a lie Popeyes ordered all wings, nigga gon' give you a thigh Another nigga say he can't do it, nigga ain't even gon' try Nigga gon' sell you a dream, say they all down for your team Sell they own soul for a chain, nigga cross you out for some bling Nigga want a brand new coupe, nigga want to smoke like Snoop Every time a nigga hit the strip club, nigga want to fuck like Luke Don't try the wrong nigga in the strip Club, nigga might fuck 'round and shoot Nigga ain't takin' no blame, nigga ain't sayin', "I'm sorry" Nigga shot all up in it, nigga want to go see Maury Niggas ain't got no goals, niggas ain't got no hoes Nigga might smoke a whole zip, some fuck nigga killed Nip Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain

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