n*ggaz Wanna Act lyrics

by

Curtis Mayfield


[Intro]
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, n*ggas ain't ready

[Verse 1: Mase]
Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
Playin' son to the n*ggas on the corner holdin' the gatts
n*gga come through, a n*gga kill, never blow back
You the n*gga never did but send in all the facts
Yo, I know n*ggas 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'
n*ggas talkin' sh*t be behind the cars weavin'
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your b*tch, now we even
I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding twenty degrees in
Fahrenheit, n*ggas get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, n*ggas do anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son
[Chorus: Mase & Busta Rhymes]
Yo, if n*ggas wanna act, we can act
You n*ggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
You n*ggas got gatts, we got gatts
You n*ggas wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul, you get wild, we get wild
If n*ggas wanna act, we can act
If n*ggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
You n*ggas got gatts, we got gats
You n*ggas wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul, you get wild, we get wild

[Verse 2: Mase]
Yo, started with a blue whip, blue whip
Got a silver new whip cuz feds watch when I do sh*t
Keep poppin' up new sh*t, new sh*t
Keep the whole Harlem World on some Clue sh*t
We crisp bub sippers, strip club n*ggas
Peace to the street team, y'all get love, n*gga
Six years ago I was the have-not n*gga
Hot n*gga, represent for all my block n*ggas
Now I'm 6 drop n*ggas, baguette rock n*ggas
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop, n*ggas
Shock n*ggas who thought I was a pop n*gga
You go against Mase, you get your wig rocked, n*gga
Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank stop, n*gga
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a n*gga
Don't really f*ck with Dame, but still I copped Jigga,
[Chorus: Mase & Busta Rhymes]
Yo, if n*ggas wanna act, we can act
You n*ggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
You n*ggas got gatts, we got gatts
You n*ggas wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul, you get wild, we get wild
If n*ggas wanna act, we can act
If n*ggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
You n*ggas got gatts, we got gats
You n*ggas wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul, you get wild, we get wild

[Verse 3: 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
n*ggas 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 buggy
For a better batch, roll fever for notes
And need I approach little n*ggas seated in coach
I mean, um, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke, the n*ggas 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 'fore I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the deuce twice
n*ggas who don't make dough, I can't affiliate 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 n*ggas wanna scrap? We can scrap
n*ggas wanna wild? We wild
However n*ggas 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 b*tches
Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee
You don't stop, we won't stop
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