To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
Kenko Yoshida
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Niggaz Wanna Act
[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 *****z ain't ready
Verse One:
Yo you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
Sling some to *****z on the corner holdin' the gats
***** come through or ***** kill, never blow back
You the ***** never deal but send in all the facts
Yo I know *****z 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 ??? seizing and start squeezin'
*****z talkin' ****, be behind the cars weaving
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your *****, now we're even
I'm from a cold world, where there's bleeding , 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit
*****z get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, *****z 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 *****z want to act we can act
You *****z want to scrap, we can scrap
You *****z got gats, we got gats
You *****z want to 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 ****, keep poppin' up new ****
Think the whole Harlem World on some clue ****
We Crys bub sippers, drip club ******s
Peace to the street team, y'all get love *****z
Six years ago I was the have not *****, hot *****
Represent for all my block *****z
Now I'm 6 drop *****z, begget rock *****z
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop *****z
Shock *****z who thought I was a pop *****
You go against Mase yuo get your wig rocked *****!
Payers like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank stop *****
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a *****
Don't really **** 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
*****z say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they want to 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 *****z seated in coach
I mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
I see it in my smoke
The *****z 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 ???
*****z who'll make doe, I can affily with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism
Chorus/outro