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Niggaz Wanna Act (feat. Busta Rhymes)
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Ca sĩ: Mase
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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 *****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