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Mase
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Niggaz Wanna Act
Lyricist:Mason Betha, Damon Blackmon, Sean Combs, Richard Frierson, Hubert Yarborough
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 Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggaz ain't ready
Yo, you the type of cat in the building, holdin' the cracks Playin' some the niggaz 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 niggaz 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' Niggaz 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, 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 nuttin' So, when you talk to Mase, better watch yo' mouth, son
Yo, if niggaz wanna act, we can act You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild
If niggaz wanna act, we can act If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gats You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild
Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip 'Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit, new shit Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit
We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas 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, baggette 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, you get your wig rocked nigga
Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
If niggaz wanna act, we can act You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild
If niggaz wanna act, we can act If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gats You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild
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 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 niggaz seated in coach I mean, 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 deuce twice Niggas who don't make dough, I can affil'ate with 'em I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willieism
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, nice Chevy It's '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise And you don't really want no problem wit us guys
Got my man Cardan with me K F C, D R E, Blinkey blink Cooda Love, Utto
Black Fred, Big D, Puff Diddy You know we get bitches Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee You don't stop, we won't stop
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