Free’em All

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 niggas We comin' after these niggas, 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 you hear me? Catch a risin' star, fuck the love, niggas fear me Got these niggas runnin' all wild from my double-R When we ride, motherfuckers is sure to die Boom once I enter the room, in the air All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggas scared They don't wanna see me head on Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a gravedigga, 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' niggas, so I know I would never be weak They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These niggas crossed my father, then my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggas And my number one plan to kill a man To grab a needle and drug niggas Niggas 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 Napoleon, I get my pleasure out of sin And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'cause I seen it at the beginning A made nigga How many niggas fall in your 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 Rauf al-Mabhouh I can't be touched, 'cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggas that I'm under is just too much: we made niggas Picture the scenery, 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me your 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 Fade me? 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, a made nigga I ain't count the line, my strap, my 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 deal 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 you raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin' poor, got me thinking on a made level Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil Mash shit from here to here, day by day, year to year Made niggas on your motherfuckin' tear: I'm a made nigga Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Getting lessons from niggas in penitentiaries Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage Surround the court building with the gauge and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, begging for repentance I'm so convinced that I'm a thug They got me fiending 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 nigga, I can't be touched My adversaries get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams All I want is the C.R.E.A.M. I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga Outlawz, Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggas on the streets The motherfuckin' made niggas All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas You know what time it is Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti (Hahaha, Westside made niggas, beyotch!) Uhh... Sarge... uhh... We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein... uhh Kastro, Kadafi We got a bunch of niggas 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? Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggas... 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 I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go