Niggaz Wanna Act Lyrics - Harlem World - 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 

Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggaz ain't ready 

Yo, you the type of cat in the building, holdin' the cracks 

Playin' some the niggaz 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 niggaz 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' 

Niggaz 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, 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 I don't doubt nuttin' 

So, when you talk to Mase, better watch yo' mouth, son 

Yo, if niggaz wanna act, we can act 

You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap 

You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts 

You niggaz wanna style, we style 

If you get foul, we get foul 

You get wild, we get wild 

If niggaz wanna act, we can act 

If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap 

You niggaz got gatts, we got gats 

You niggaz 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, new shit 

Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit 

We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas 

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, baggette 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, 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 cop Jigga 

If niggaz wanna act, we can act 

You niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap 

You niggaz got gatts, we got gatts 

You niggaz wanna style, we style 

If you get foul, we get foul 

You get wild, we get wild 

If niggaz wanna act, we can act 

If niggaz wanna scrap, we could scrap 

You niggaz got gatts, we got gats 

You niggaz wanna style, we style 

If you get foul, we get foul 

You get wild, we get wild 

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 

Niggaz 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 Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey 

For a better batch, roll fever for notes 

And need I approach little niggaz seated in coach 

I mean, 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 deuce twice 

Niggas who don't make dough, I can affil'ate with 'em 

I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willieism 

Whatever you want, we can do 

We can do it better 

And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap 

Niggaz wanna wild? We wild 

However niggaz like it, you get it 

Harlem World, Bad Boy, nice Chevy 

It's '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise 

And you don't really want no problem wit us guys 

Got my man Cardan with me 

K F C, D R E, Blinkey blink 

Cooda Love, Utto 

Black Fred, Big D, Puff Diddy 

You know we get bitches 

Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee 

You don't stop, we won't stop