Artist: Southside Playaz f/ Big Pokey, H.A.W.K. Album: You Gottus Fuxxed Up Song: Made Niggaz Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 4x] We some made niggaz, paid niggaz grave diggers Hard headed raiders, on a chase for six figgas [Mike D] My adversaries, ride off in a hearse Cause of my crucial injection, that I inflict from my verse First I'm a blade runner, head hunter dope fronter Acting bad lick shots, loot from the all black Hummer My K kick harder, than a junkie's drug habit Devil's advocate, competition smothered up in plastic So feel me now, and feel the wrath later Who's the fucking fader, I'm a billion dollars later [H.A.W.K.] I'm an outlaw, knock out throwing southpaw Leave a scar, when I jab ya on that glass jaw Heavyweighter, penthouse with an escalator Floss equator, twenty inches on a Navigator Annihilator, three time parole violator Now raider, throwed word pronunciator Heart breaker, dope game gladiator 28 gram cookie baker, I'm serious bout my paper [Chorus - 4x] [Clay-Doe] I'm a low life thinking, endo stinking Syrup drinking but no blinking, when these fiends out geeking Seeking reasons, to shut it down and make an example Put a fo' up in a Snapple, go get his adam's apple Dig a grave, fill it with gravel so the smell can't get at ya For the love of getting this cabbage, I'll burn em in acid Ain't no thing to taking my time, to get with ya Clay-Doe about his iss-ya, a young don made nigga [Big Pokey] I'm a made nigga, slug spraying like the plague nigga Sixteen body shots, rain from a gauge nigga Pistol whipper, key flipper and A gripper With a corpse in the trunk, headed to the swamp to get dumped I snatch my money in lumps, come across ditches like bumps With nice sights in the beam, knocking off players and chumps See we far from punks, up in this H-Town Breaking these bricks down, forming a million dollar compound [Chorus - 4x] [H.A.W.K.] Player haters, your ass I'm gon' scorch Fire up my blunt, off the statue of liberty's torch Front page of the Source, but you don't feel us though Stay cocked red dot, feel the heat of my calico [Big Pokey] Block bleeders with heaters, like glock 40's and millimeters Niggaz scared like cheaters, bullets be biting like beavers See I'm a endo chiefer, to keep from using this street sweeper Ain't no limit when it comes down, to me and my people [Clay-Doe] Family fuck with my G's, and I can guarantee When you finished with him, you gotta handle me understanding me Challenge me, and you challenge we O.G. S.U.C., Laff-Tex zulu my land scheme [Mike D] I done told you, bout my first verse But guess who's last but not lease, making the situation worse Laff-Tex cast curses, dropping dicks on the dirt Hard headed raiders, chasing papers when we put in work [Chorus - 2x]