Niggaz Wanna Act lyrics

Artist  : Mase 
Song : Niggaz Wanna Act



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[Featuring Busta Rhymes]
Yo check this out
right Harlem on da rise. And you don't
want no
problem with us guys. M A dollar sign E and if
you
ever out tryin' to find me I think I
should warn you I get
hard when I want to
Angeletti Bad Boy niggaz ain't ready
Verse
One:
Yo you the type of cat in the building
holdin' the cracks
Sling some to niggaz on the
corner holdin' the gats
Nigga come through or
nigga kill, never blow back
You the nigga
never deal but send in all the facts
Yo I know
niggaz like you cause I meet 'em all the
time
And I treat 'em with the 9 if they ever
keep what's mine
If I lose I get loc, put I
full in the ???
Two to his throat, take his
jewels and his coat
More than likely, you
ain't got to like me
And this might be the
last time I take you nicely
For my legion ???
siezing and start squeezin'
Niggaz talkin'
shit, be behind the cars weaving
There's no
breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You
kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we're
even
I'm from a cold world, where there's
bleeding , 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit
Niggaz
get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got
plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggaz do
anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't
doubt none
So when you talk to Mase better
watch ya mouth son
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Yo,
if niggaz wanna act we can act
You niggaz wanna
scrap, we can scrap
You niggaz got gats, we got
gats
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you
get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get
wild
Verse Two:
Yo, started with a blue
whip, got a silver new whip
Cause feds watch
when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit
Think
the whole Harlem World on some clue shit
We
Crys bub sippers, drip club niggers
Peace to
the street team, y'all get love niggaz
Six
years ago I was the have not nigga, hot
nigga
Represent for all my block niggaz
Now
I'm 6 drop niggaz, begget rock niggaz
10 G's a
show and I ain't even drop niggaz
Shock niggaz
who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against
Mase yuo get your wig rocked nigga!
Payers
like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll
hard like when I see the bank stop
nigga
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a
nigga
Don't really fuck with dame, but still I
cop jigga
Chorus
Verse Three:
Yo, I do
this everyday, why brag about the glory?
Tell
you the whole truth, never half the story
You
wasn't no hater, you'd probably be happy for
me
Billboard first slot in every
category
Niggaz say they love me, they don't
love me
I know deep down they wanna slug
me
I feel a vibe when they hug me
Luckily I
rock jewels that be chuckie over Iceberg
rugbie
Pushin' a Benz buggie,
For better
badge
wrote fever for notes
so need I
approach
Little niggaz seated in coach
I
mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my
roach
I see it in my smoke
The niggaz ain't
cheap; they broke
Oh yeah, this my doe
year
Jealousy and envy'll get you
nowhere
You don't like me, bet against
me
You right, got doe do whatever you
like
I get front row seats on the night of the
fight
My Roley too tight, a many link loossen
my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand
I be the ???
Niggaz who'll make doe, I can
affily with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness
known as Willie-ism
Chorus/outro