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| Mase Harlem World Niggaz Wanna Act 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, niggaz ain't ready Verse One: Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks Sling some to niggaz on the corner holdin' the gats Nigga come through or nigga kill, never blow back You the nigga never *** Yo I know niggaz 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' Niggaz talkin' shit, *** There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin' You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we're even I'm from a cold world, *** , 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 *** So when you talk to Mase better watch ya mouth son Chorus: Busta Rhymes Yo, if niggaz wanna act we can act You niggaz wanna scrap, we can scrap You niggaz got gats, we got gats You niggaz 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 shit, keep poppin' up new shit Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit We Crys bub sippers, *** club niggers 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, *** 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 yuo get your wig rocked nigga! Payers like me'll leave your whole block bitter Roll hard like when I see the bank *** nigga Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigga Don't really fuck 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 Niggaz 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 niggaz seated in coach I mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach *** my smoke The niggaz 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 *** Niggaz who'll make doe, I can affily with 'em I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism Chorus/outro |
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