Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggaz Wanna Act, artist - Mase. Album song Harlem World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Niggaz Wanna Act |
Yo, check this out right |
Harlem on da rise |
And you don’t want no problem with us guys, uh |
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 |
Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks |
Playin' son to 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 |
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 |
Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip |
Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit |
Keep 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 niggas, 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 copped Jigga |
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 Rugby, 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’t affil’ate with 'em |
I’m dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism |
Busta Ad Libs around Chorus while: |
Um, yo, whatever you want |
We can do |
We can do it better |
And you niggas wanna scrap? |
We can scrap |
Niggas wanna wild? |
We wild |
However niggas 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 |