Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---Niggaz Wanna Act (feat. Busta Rhymes)--- --Mase-- Yo, check this out right Harlem on da rise And you don't want no problem with us guysM 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 readyYo, 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 factsYo, 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 reasonDo 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, sonYo, 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 wildYo, 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 shitWe 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 niggazNow, 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 niggaPlayers 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 JiggaIf 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 wildIf 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 wildYo, 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 categoryNiggaz 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 buggeyFor 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 brokeOh 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 fightMy 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 WillieismWhatever you want, we can do We can do it better And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap Niggaz wanna wild? We wildHowever 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 guysGot my man Cardan with me K F C, D R E, Blinkey blink Cooda Love, UttoBlack Fred, Big D, Puff Diddy You know we get bitches Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee You don't stop, we won't stop