Made Niggaz (Instrumental)

Maddd

😎💪🏾❤️

This beat fire wow man.

God I miss pac! Shit brings tears to my eyes

Fuck em all let em understand my plot to get richer much more than 6 figures!

Time's running out
TAKING NOTHIN but WINS
On this land of SIN
CURSED BY JINNS
LOST KINGS
ANOTHER VICTIM FALLEN
ANOTHER ANGEL CALLING
DEATH CREEPED ROUND CORNERS WITHOUT WARNING
SPRAWLED OUT
FAMILIES MOURNING
SEALED FATES
MISFORTUNE
AND COURT ROOMS
FREE THE GUYS
BLOWIN SMOKE LOOKIN AT LOADED NINES
IN THIS CRAZY LIFE OF MINE
SEARCHIN FOR GOLD MINES
OFF COKE PIES
AS PASTORS SOLD LIES
Living in HELL
lifting the VEIL
live to tell the TALE
reading the PALE WHITE HORSE
OMNIPRESENT WITH THE HOLY FORCE
G.A.O.T.U
SUPREME DNA REBOOT
TRAINED TO SHOOT.....
BLOW OFF YOUR ROOF
BLOW OFF
DIPPIN IN COUPES
WILD LIKE SOLDIERS IN BEIRUT
WARLORD PRESIDENTS
WITH PASSCODES FOR NUKES
SEND IN TROOPS WITH PARACHUTES
PARAMILITARY COMBAT
CONVOLUTED
Helmets and BOOTS
God decree
GOD TRUTHS
DEBTS LONG DUE
THEY PAY HOMAGE
TO THIS HOOD PROPHET
WHEN IT'S ON WE BOMB THROUGH
MOBBIN

No man separate what we create

WDF im in luvvv

it’s sad that pac yak fatal syke have passed

Thug In Peace

I can't be touched cause of the weapons i clutch.

All the best pac remakes omg

Esse beat é loko msm

How did we get from this to lil Nas x for goodness sakes m8? Lord do you feel me?

Rest In Power Tupac and Johnny J !

I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head
There will be none of that
The young hog Kato playin
Outlaw immortal combat
With the criminal skill
they can't beat me a nigga
Till we still, and chill
Recognize the real deal
Still 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 going to die
Get yours cause I'm a get mine.

No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row at its finest
M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
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
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are 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 want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much more than 6 figures
A motherfuckin made nigga
(Feel me)
Motherfuckin Made Niggas
(Made Niggas)
I got a plot to get richer
Take my picture
A made nigga
Napolean:
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 cross my father
Then my father cross them
Cause I role with Immortal Thugs Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and 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 Napolean
I get my pleasure out of sin and seeing
Plus billin shit
Cause I seen it at the beginning
A Made Nigga
Khadafi:
How many niggas 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 rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause of the weapons I clutch
And them niggas that I'm unda
Is just to much
We Made Niggas
E.D.I. (Idi Amin):
Picture the scenery
So now you gonna have to imagine
Call me a prophet
cause I predicted what's going to happen
I be gettin the paper stackin
At those who be paper snatchin
While their mugs got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe that's if I slip
But I became official
Since the start of this
Idi Amin born July
7 of fushid eyes
Plus wit all this 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
Yah wether its cane
Or these tracks made for ya brain
You'll forever know my name
Idi Amin
Hussein:
I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head
There will be none of that
The young hog Kato playin
Outlaw immortal combat
With the criminal skill
they can't beat me a nigga
Till we still, and chill
Recognize the real deal
Still 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 going to die
Get yours cause I'm a get mine.
Castro:
Tha Outlawz
We be the Don Wons of this rough shit
Minds baptize your moms
While paralyzin the public
Wit my mentality of war
Dead bodies and silence
Give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
It was also livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year to year
Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit
2Pac:
(ha ha ha)
Call me a Bad Boy killer
Murder motherfuckers daily
Know the fed trail me
So my alias is Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries
Game when I'm high
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'm going, and finally sentenced
On my knees to God
Beggin for repentance
I'm convinced that I'm a thug
They got me feenin for my cash
Like a feen when he dreams of drugs
Get the dollar
And I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral
And tell yah 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 til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga.
2Pac: Spoken
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)
About time
Niggas made their dreams
All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the feds
All the bitches scream
Come and see
See made niggas
Outlawz Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, (E.D.I)Idi Amin, Castro, Napolean, Khadafi, 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 Dogg Father and all his niggas
you know what time it is the ass dilinga
Kurupt, Young Godde
_________________________________________________________
The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac Shakur, Fatal, Fatal Hussein, a Castro,
Khidafi
We got a bunch a niggers here
They got guns in their car, they got weed, they got money
They're with a lot of black women
What should we do Srg?

No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row at its finest
M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
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
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are 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 want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much more than 6 figures
A motherfuckin made nigga
(Feel me)
Motherfuckin Made Niggas
(Made Niggas)
I got a plot to get richer
Take my picture
A made nigga
Napolean:
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 cross my father
Then my father cross them
Cause I role with Immortal Thugs Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and 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 Napolean
I get my pleasure out of sin and seeing
Plus billin shit
Cause I seen it at the beginning
A Made Nigga
Khadafi:
How many niggas 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 rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause of the weapons I clutch
And them niggas that I'm unda
Is just to much
We Made Niggas
E.D.I. (Idi Amin):
Picture the scenery
So now you gonna have to imagine
Call me a prophet
cause I predicted what's going to happen
I be gettin the paper stackin
At those who be paper snatchin
While their mugs got cracked in the 80's
Baby, maybe that's if I slip
But I became official
Since the start of this
Idi Amin born July
7 of fushid eyes
Plus wit all this 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
Yah wether its cane
Or these tracks made for ya brain
You'll forever know my name
Idi Amin
Hussein:
I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head
There will be none of that
The young hog Kato playin
Outlaw immortal combat
With the criminal skill
they can't beat me a nigga
Till we still, and chill
Recognize the real deal
Still 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 going to die
Get yours cause I'm a get mine.
Castro:
Tha Outlawz
We be the Don Wons of this rough shit
Minds baptize your moms
While paralyzin the public
Wit my mentality of war
Dead bodies and silence
Give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
It was also livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year to year
Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit
2Pac:
(ha ha ha)
Call me a Bad Boy killer
Murder motherfuckers daily
Know the fed trail me
So my alias is Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggas in penitentieries
Game when I'm high
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'm going, and finally sentenced
On my knees to God
Beggin for repentance
I'm convinced that I'm a thug
They got me feenin for my cash
Like a feen when he dreams of drugs
Get the dollar
And I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral
And tell yah 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 til the grave a motherfuckin made nigga.
2Pac: Spoken
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)
About time
Niggas made their dreams
All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the feds
All the bitches scream
Come and see
See made niggas
Outlawz Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, (E.D.I)Idi Amin, Castro, Napolean, Khadafi, 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 Dogg Father and all his niggas
you know what time it is the ass dilinga
Kurupt, Young Godde
_________________________________________________________
The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac Shakur, Fatal, Fatal Hussein, a Castro,
Khidafi
We got a bunch a niggers here
They got guns in their car, they got weed, they got money
They're with a lot of black women
What should we do Srg?

My life in exchange for yours 🎶🎶

One of the greatest beats of all time, Wowwwww

My ring tone

Just a bit different from the OG beat,
but regardless of that, It's fckn dope AF!
I luv that Latin tropical Cuban or Boricua vibe that this shit has, I salute the person or DJ that made this instrumental.✊🏼

The solders who conquered America and created an empire for African Americans today these young thugs have become dominant in America and hip hop is the dominant culture in America. 2pac the greatest artist to walk on American soil. This is what happens when one is inspired through God’s words and his souls is touched by. This is the seed Malcom X planted which grew really fast and overcome the strength of a powerful nation like America.

Banger🔥🔥 I can still hear Tupac. R.I.P big dog

This though

Pictures imitated nature falser than claims
Everybody wanna forecast the weather
Thugs in the game influenced by traits
But money behind blood comes with pain
Karma consequences similar to how the slaves use to hang from trees slowly the body goes limp
Too many brothers recognized by numbers only death bring remembrance of your name it’s never too late for change tunnel vision the mindset to capture the inner strive never consume the words of doubt thoughts that weed drain the roots contaminate the seeds shelter your Heart cause leeches also known as friends be the 1s digger deeper instead of stopping the flow they gain pleasure almost a passion to watch you bleed stuck in they ways the truest smile offered to you is when you turning in your grave
What a world Hell on Earth and it can’t be saved call it the Betrayal of Dying Days….

Getting stronger everyday
I'm the next Pac nah I'm playing
He the King of Rap
Nd he lived in my head
I'm only 18 man I wish he was alive
Nd I wish he never died
So we cn meet just 1 time
But ima meet him on the other side
When I collide with the most high
Niggas out here doing drive bys
We ain't gon ask them niggas why
Coz no matter what
There's another life taken
Another Mother shaken
Cold hearted niggas coming outta hell
Thats ironic can't u tell
Tell me after u kill
How a motherfucker feel
So parents mourn nd gotta heal
While motherfuckers rotting up in jail

Do they deserve life for taking one
Or to many
Please don't tempt me
It's evidently wrong for penitentiary
To keep em prisoner
While the deads parents taking medication trynna heal
Eat no dinner
Eat no meals
Coz they can cope with what's the deal
Another bitch ass nigga gon get killed
For what he did to my cousin
We be coming out bussing
With the glock I make love and
I'm finna pull up with something
Hands together I'm rubbing
Getting ready for war nd get ready for rumblin
While u niggas stay mumbling

U can't play me like I'm fake
All this shit I did for u can't be taked
Back
Nigga just get back coz u a fake nigga
Nd I can see that
From the jump u was edgey
Not to mention the jealousy
Lowkey peeping the enemy
Just to see he a friend of me
Man I can take this
With all this fake shit
The devil took time with his greatness
How do I say this ?

It's better being lonely
Please don't trust da homies
They gon quit when you boney
Got no cheese no bolony
I'm just trynna get money
Nd they taking it from me
All alone on the road
Reaching out to my soul

Wayne brought me here

You can fell the anger and the sympathy and energy in this beat 💓 ✨️

💪💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Picture my pain growing around drugs and no direction. Only future for me as a teen was an early grave. My peers chasing street fame, fast cars and women. I'm the grind 24/7 trying to find a destiny that's mine. Breaking the cycle of black males going to jail for centuries. I put my heart and soul on tracks it's all I know. Dude's need to leave the streets alone cause the streets are undefeated. How many more funerals do we have to see before we wake up. When will it end. The future is inside of you and you can be anything in this world if you believe you can achieve it. Rest in peace to homies and to all your homies. God bless the dead.

How do I buy this beat?

Nobody can be like him 😢❤🙌🏼🐐🎙

I was walking to the store today for my sandwich and somebody drove by blasting this shit on the speakerd in they car and I instantly remembered this beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'll never forget them days my pops played this song over and over

How many are left in this picture.. all the real niggaz are gone. Long live the outlawz!!!

I was today years old when I learned Lil Wayne’s “I’m a Ridah” was this instrumental. Classics from both artist

Thanks

Made niggaz best beat ever 😢 rip tupac and kadafi & fatal husein outlawz forever

😂😂😂 makaveli proof hes alive in the music video they playing with voodoo pac in makaveli mode with the same jersey he died in

Ahh...Sarge...Aaahh, we got a Tupac Shakur...Hussain

This beat is so gud rip tupac kadafi fatal may your soul be blessed in heaven 😢

R i p tupac, kadafi .,fatal ,johnny j 😢

Dont FAFO.

The life inside of a hustlers mind/
You'find, i want everything cuz the world is mine/
Too many times i done sacrificed it all for the cause/
But it aint nothing to a n*gga who destined to be the boss/
Put it all on the table, leave everything on the floor/

The life inside of a hustlers mind/
You'll find i want it all cuz the world is mine/
Too many times i done sacrificed it all for the cause/
But its nothing to a man who destined to be the boss/
I put it all on the table, leave it all on the floor/
Never satisfied with what i got im coming for more/
Whats war between the sides at the bottom or top/
We fighting for opportunity while the enemies watch/
This wont stop, until we all fed and getting the paper/
Keep my nine under my pillow so i sleep an feel safer/
Gotvthe Heart of a gangster, attitude of a winner/
Born to be great though the the lord know im a sinner/
God forgive us for the past just to git to the gates/
I had to make it through this hell dodging n*ggas who hate/
And b*tches who stay scheming they in love with the rush/
We out here trying to live life so why you fucking wit us/
Got a lust for the green we steady make with the team/
Hoping one day we wake up and it all was a dream/
But we here now listen you either live or you die/
Some choose to walk straight, others choose to get high/
This no lie, its on you and you alone got the choice/
To live a quiet life or wake the world wit your voice /
So do you hear me ...... and do you feel what i say /
Or is you a knuckle headed n*gga stuck in his ways/
They call this shit a game like it aint nothing to play/
Years later you realize you been running in place/
Its like they all want me dead so i pack a pistol now/
Wont hesitate to shoot tell everybody get down/
Swear this life is crazy from one day to the next/
But if you keep the shit 100 you start gaing respect/
Some n*ggas rather chase hoes instead if chasing a check/
Those who dont make it in life hope they make it in death/
I wont rest till my son straight and living better than me/
Cuz i done seen shit that happens that you'd never believe/
They try to deceive and blind us all wit the lights/
I been done wrong so many times its hard to live right/
Its crazy what what will do just to get to the top/
They throw on a bandana and start thinking they pac/
Dont miss ya shot when it comes it aint gon last/
You cant call yourself a hustla if you aint making no cash/
Watch where you going dont crash, you living too fast/
Stay in your lane homie we on two different paths/

Can i buy this beat?2pac 4r❤

Love this beat

To you cowards, pussies and punks,
Feel me like the wrath of Jordan,
Goin' up for a dunk,
With a bass full of funk,
Pop my trunk,
On these bustas, who can you trust,
Just me myself and eye,
And this weed I puff til I get high,
Marked from the sky,
Ask the Lord why, why I was born to die,
Guess I was made braveheart,
From the very start,
Build many empires only to rip a apart,
Feelin' like ninja Caesar, please believe tha,
Flows is bound to bury ya, new menace of this era,
Bringing terror, watch ya dome as I prepare for tha,
Casket I make it drastic, and when I die, at least ten others going with me in plastics,
That's the life of a boss playa, hustled deep in this game as a major,
Went to cellulars to pagers, found wisdom as a teenager,
Marxist muthafuckas get ready to die,
Turn up the heat until I fry,
Lord gave me this will,
To let my fruits multiply,
We putting up Malcolm numbers,
Ever since I woke the from slumbers,
Momma couldn't take the pain,
Cuz of too much madness,
Imprinted in my brain,
Walking the bloody path like Jesus,
Please believe us,
We quick to bust, so keep it on the hush, ya wind pipes,
Or vocal chords, take heeds to the words that's I sew, immortal,
The lieutenant general,
Of this notorious death row,

This is one of the best drum performances I have seen!