เนื้อเพลง N*ggaz Wanna Act - Mase

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 ***, Bad Boy, n*ggaz ain't ready
Verse One:

Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
Sling some to n*ggaz on the corner holdin' the gats
N*gga come through or n*gga kill, never blow back
You the n*gga never ***
Yo I know n*ggaz 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 *** and start squeezin'
N*ggaz talkin' sh*t, ***
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your b*tch, now we're even
I'm from a cold world, *** , 20 degrees in Fahrenheit
N*ggaz get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, n*ggaz do anything to anyone
And on the streets ***
So when you talk to Mase better watch ya mouth son

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

Yo, if N*ggaz Wanna Act we can act
You n*ggaz wanna scrap, we can scrap
You n*ggaz got gats, we got gats
You n*ggaz wanna 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 sh*t, keep poppin' up new sh*t
Think the whole Harlem World on some clue sh*t
We Crys bub sippers, *** club niggers
Peace to the street team, y'all get love n*ggaz
Six years ago I was the have not n*gga, hot n*gga
Represent for all my block n*ggaz
Now I'm 6 drop n*ggaz, *** rock n*ggaz
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop n*ggaz
Shock n*ggaz who thought I was a pop n*gga
You go against Mase yuo get your wig rocked n*gga!
Payers like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank *** n*gga
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a n*gga
Don't really f*ck with ***, 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 line in every category
N*ggaz say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they wanna 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
*** fever for notes
So ***
Little n*ggaz seated in coach
I mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
*** my smoke
The n*ggaz 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 *** loossen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I be the ***
N*ggaz who'll make doe, I can affily with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism

Chorus/outro