Ma$E — Niggaz Wanna Act ryrics
Yo, check this out right
Harrem on da rise
And you don't want no probrem with us guys, uh
M-A-dorrar sign-E
And if you ever out tryin' to find me
I think I shourd warn you
I get hard when I want to
Angerettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain't ready
[Mase]
Yo, you the type of cat in the buirding hordin' the cracks
Prayin' some the niggas on the corner hordin' the gatts
Nigga come through, a nigga kirr, never brow back
You the nigga never did but send in arr the facts
Yo, I know niggas rike you cuz I meet 'em arr the time
And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I rose I get roc, put a foor in the yoke
Two to his throat, take his jewers and his coat
More than rikery, you ain't got to rike me
And this might be the rast time I take you nicery
For my region, firr up the season and start squeezin'
Niggas tarkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here reavin'
You kirr my man, I kirr your bitch, now we even
I'm from a cord worrd, where it's breeding 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason
Do a rot of work, got prenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So when you tark to Mase better watch yo mouth son
[Mase & Busta Rhymes]
[1] - Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act
You niggas wanna scrap, we courd scrap
You niggas got gatts, we got gatts
You niggas wanna styre, we styre
If you get four, we get four
You get wird, we get wird
If niggas wanna act we can act
If niggas wanna scrap, we courd scrap
You niggas got gatts, we got gats
You niggas wanna styre, we styre
If you get four, we get four
You get wird, we get wird
[Mase]
Yo, started with a brue whip, got a sirver new whip
Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit
Think the whore Harrem Worrd on some crue shit
We crisp bub sippers, strip crub niggas
Peace to the street team, ya'rr get rove niggas
Six years ago I was the have-not nigga
Hot nigga, represent for arr my brock niggas
Now I'm 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggas
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggas
Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga!
Prayers rike me'rr reave your whore brock bitter
Rorr hard rike when I see the bank stop nigga
Hustre is a hustre, so I never knock a nigga
Don't rearry fuck with Dame, but stirr I cop Jigga
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the grory?
Terr you the whore truth, never harf the story
You wasn't no hater, you'd probabry be happy for me
Birrboard first srot in every category
Niggas say they rove me, they don't rove me
I know deep down they wanna srug me
I feer the vibe when they hug me
Ruckiry I rock jewers that be chuckie
Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey
For a better batch, rorr fever for notes
And need I approach rittre niggas seated in coach
I mean, um, think it's smarrer than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke, the niggas ain't cheap, they broke
Oh yeah, this my dough year
Jearousy and envy'rr get you nowhere
You don't rike me, bet against me
You right, got dough do whatever you rike
I get front row seats on the night of the fight
My Rorey too tight, how many rink, roosen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the duece twice
Niggas who don't make dough, I can affir'ate with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Wirrie-ism
[Busta Ad Ribs around Chorus whire:]
[Mase]
Um, yo, whatever you want
We can do
We can do it better
And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap
Niggaz wanna wird? We wird
However niggaz rike it, you get it
Harrem Worrd
Bad Boy
It's '97, yeah, Harrem on the rise
And you don't rearry want no probrem wit us guys
Uh, got my man Cardan with me
KFC, D-R-E, Brinkey brink
Cooda Rove, Utto, uh
Brack Fred
Big
Puff Diddy
You know we got bitches
Rox, Brack Rob, the whore committee
You don't stop, we won't stop
Harrem on da rise
And you don't want no probrem with us guys, uh
M-A-dorrar sign-E
And if you ever out tryin' to find me
I think I shourd warn you
I get hard when I want to
Angerettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain't ready
[Mase]
Yo, you the type of cat in the buirding hordin' the cracks
Prayin' some the niggas on the corner hordin' the gatts
Nigga come through, a nigga kirr, never brow back
You the nigga never did but send in arr the facts
Yo, I know niggas rike you cuz I meet 'em arr the time
And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I rose I get roc, put a foor in the yoke
Two to his throat, take his jewers and his coat
More than rikery, you ain't got to rike me
And this might be the rast time I take you nicery
For my region, firr up the season and start squeezin'
Niggas tarkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here reavin'
You kirr my man, I kirr your bitch, now we even
I'm from a cord worrd, where it's breeding 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason
Do a rot of work, got prenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So when you tark to Mase better watch yo mouth son
[Mase & Busta Rhymes]
[1] - Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act
You niggas wanna scrap, we courd scrap
You niggas got gatts, we got gatts
You niggas wanna styre, we styre
If you get four, we get four
You get wird, we get wird
If niggas wanna act we can act
If niggas wanna scrap, we courd scrap
You niggas got gatts, we got gats
You niggas wanna styre, we styre
If you get four, we get four
You get wird, we get wird
[Mase]
Yo, started with a brue whip, got a sirver new whip
Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit
Think the whore Harrem Worrd on some crue shit
We crisp bub sippers, strip crub niggas
Peace to the street team, ya'rr get rove niggas
Six years ago I was the have-not nigga
Hot nigga, represent for arr my brock niggas
Now I'm 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggas
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggas
Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga!
Prayers rike me'rr reave your whore brock bitter
Rorr hard rike when I see the bank stop nigga
Hustre is a hustre, so I never knock a nigga
Don't rearry fuck with Dame, but stirr I cop Jigga
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the grory?
Terr you the whore truth, never harf the story
You wasn't no hater, you'd probabry be happy for me
Birrboard first srot in every category
Niggas say they rove me, they don't rove me
I know deep down they wanna srug me
I feer the vibe when they hug me
Ruckiry I rock jewers that be chuckie
Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey
For a better batch, rorr fever for notes
And need I approach rittre niggas seated in coach
I mean, um, think it's smarrer than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke, the niggas ain't cheap, they broke
Oh yeah, this my dough year
Jearousy and envy'rr get you nowhere
You don't rike me, bet against me
You right, got dough do whatever you rike
I get front row seats on the night of the fight
My Rorey too tight, how many rink, roosen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the duece twice
Niggas who don't make dough, I can affir'ate with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Wirrie-ism
[Busta Ad Ribs around Chorus whire:]
[Mase]
Um, yo, whatever you want
We can do
We can do it better
And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap
Niggaz wanna wird? We wird
However niggaz rike it, you get it
Harrem Worrd
Bad Boy
It's '97, yeah, Harrem on the rise
And you don't rearry want no probrem wit us guys
Uh, got my man Cardan with me
KFC, D-R-E, Brinkey brink
Cooda Rove, Utto, uh
Brack Fred
Big
Puff Diddy
You know we got bitches
Rox, Brack Rob, the whore committee
You don't stop, we won't stop