Niggaz Wanna Act (feat. Busta Rhymes)

歌詞

Yo, check this out right Harlem on da rise And you don't want no problem with us guys, uh 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 Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain't ready (Mase) Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks Playin' some the niggas on the corner holdin' the gatts Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back You the nigga never did but send in all the facts Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all the time And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine If I lose I get loc, put a fool in the yoke 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, fill up the season and start squeezin' Niggas talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin' There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin' You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin' So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son (Mase & Busta Rhymes) (1) - Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act You niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggas got gatts, we got gatts You niggas wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild If niggas wanna act we can act If niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggas got gatts, we got gats You niggas wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild (Mase) Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas Peace to the street team, ya'll get love niggas Six years ago I was the have-not nigga Hot nigga, represent for all my block niggas Now I'm 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggas 10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggas Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga! Players 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 (Repeat 1) (Mase) 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 Niggas say they love me, they don't love me I know deep down they wanna slug me I feel the vibe when they hug me Luckily I rock jewels that be chuckie Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey For a better batch, roll fever for notes And need I approach little niggas seated in coach I mean, um, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach The seed in my smoke, the niggas ain't cheap, they broke Oh yeah, this my dough year Jealousy and envy'll get you nowhere You don't like me, bet against me You right, got dough do whatever you like I get front row seats on the night of the fight My Roley too tight, how many link, loosen my ice And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the duece twice Niggas who don't make dough, I can affil'ate with 'em I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism (Busta Ad Libs around Chorus while:) (Mase) Um, yo, whatever you want We can do We can do it better And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap Niggaz wanna wild? We wild However niggaz like it, you get it Harlem World Bad Boy It's '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise And you don't really want no problem wit us guys Uh, got my man Cardan with me KFC, D-R-E, Blinkey blink Cooda Love, Utto, uh Black Fred Big Puff Diddy You know we got bitches Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee You don't stop, we won't stop