Chords for Tupac - Made Niggaz (Uncut) ft. The Outlawz.

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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ No _ [Am] man
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Motherfuck
[Em] I get my pleasure out [B] of sentencing [Am] plus billing shit cause I [C] seen it, that's the
[Bm] pretending of main niggas.
I [G] see many niggas falling to [Am] bitching, gunning them down for every last minute that I spend crippling.
We mash together, lusty and cash together, [G] last forever knowing it don't last forever.
It's only one way out and one way in.
Motherfuckers [C] crossed to get crossed out, never [Am] made men.
We fire you to loot, cock and shoot, blow the roof off and move like rock, ma, [G] ra, oop.
I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch and the niggas that I'm under is [B] just
too much to be made niggas.
Who wants to pitch in the scenery cause for now you gon' [Am] have to imagine.
Call me your opponent cause I'm predicting [G] what's gon' happen.
I began to paper stacking it, those who be paper snatching will emerge like crack [Em] in the 80s.
Baby, maybe that's if I slip, but I became official since the start of this.
[B] E-I-M [G]-E, born July 7th, a few said I was precious but all this gave me [Am] they hate to cherish
but still I made it.
I made nigga made [Am] by the gang, made for war my [Em] aim is simple [Bm] and plain.
Yeah, whether it's [Em] gang or these tracks made for your brain, you'll forever know my name,
Idi [Am] Amin.
I ain't gonna lie, I'ma scrap my head, there will be none of that.
A young hoe KO playing out, [G] boy he move up on that with a criminal skill.
You can't beat me a nigga till he's still and chill, recognize the real [Am] deal.
Feel a nigga made when I was young and dumb, with a gun but it [B] paid so I'm busting for [G] fun.
And the outcome will be the same every time.
We all [Am] gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine.
That Lord's been beating Don Juan's to this rush.
Ron's baptized your [D] mom, I paralyzed the public [G] with my mentality.
A [C] war of dead bodies and silence, give it to your raw.
Thug nigga to the core, the [B] results of living poor.
Got me faking on a [Am] made level, shooting my gaze to get paid.
A fucking crazed devil, [G] mashing from head to head, day by [C] day.
Year to year, made [G] niggas on your mother fucking chin, I'ma [Am] make it.
Call me a bad boy, killer, murder, motherfuckers, barely know the first trim.
So my alias, [C] Machiavelli, getting lessons from niggas in penitentiary.
[G] Gang, when the plow helped me survive several [Am] centuries.
Lock me in the cage, I display my [A] rage.
Surround a court [G] building with a cage and spray me.
They wonder if I'll go when I finally sit on my knees to God.
Begging for [Am] repentance, I'm from Glitch Vix, that I'm a thug.
They got me fiending for my cash like a fiend when he brings the drugs.
[C] This the daughter and I kidnap your daughter.
Kill your [G] wife and hit the funeral with Teddy, just who gave the order?
[Am] Machiavelli the dog, still I'm gone.
I maintain my army, all lunatics [G] and stay on till the day I die.
I'll be remembered as a paid nigga, outlawed to the grave, [Am] a motherfucking made nigga.
Can you feel me?
[E] [F#] Come close.
[G] _
Get to the [B] mind of a made nigga.
[E] I can't be touched.
My [G] adversaries [D] get [Am] fucked.
_ [B] My time in the United States, [Am] all I want is the crew.
[G] I sell my shit to the fiends.
[C] All the bitches scream. _
We [Am] got a bunch of niggas here.
Outlawed. _
Machiavelli the dog.
_ [G] These sons of faggots.
You know what I mean?
Cash.
[C] The poker.
[Am] The gas. _ _ _
Moose and Lee.
[G] M.O. [C].B. I still got my [Am] niggas on the streets. Motherfucking made niggas. All my niggas on death row. Dog. _ _ Dogfather. And all his niggas. [G] _ Gas [C] Dillinger. Carruth. [D#] Young Gotti. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _