Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggaz Wanna Act, artist - Mase. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
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 |