Busta Rhymes - n***az Wanna Act lyrics

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***as ain't ready [Mase] Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks Playin' son to the n***as on the corner holdin' the gatts n***a come through, a n***a k**, never blow back You the n***a never did but send in all the facts Yo, I know n***as 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 j**els 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***as talkin' sh**, be behind the cars weavin' There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin' You k** my man, I k** your b**h, now we even I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in Fahrenheit, n***as get sniped for no reason Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns Many sons, n***as do anything to anyone And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin' So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son [Mase & Busta Rhymes] 1 - Yo, if n***as wanna act we can act You n***as wanna scrap, we could scrap You n***as got gatts, we got gatts You n***as wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild If n***as wanna act we can act If n***as wanna scrap, we could scrap You n***as got gatts, we got gats You n***as wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild [Mase] Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip Cuz feds watch when I do sh**, keep poppin' up new sh** Keep the whole Harlem World on some Clue sh** We crisp bub sippers, strip club n***as Peace to the street team, ya'll get love n***as Six years ago I was the have-not n***a Hot n***a, represent for all my block n***as Now I'm 6 drop n***as, baggette rock n***as 10 G's a show and I ain't even drop n***as Shock n***as who thought I was a pop n***a You go against Mase you get your wig rocked n***a! Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter Roll hard like when I see the bank stop n***a Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a n***a Don't really f** with Dame, but still I copped Jigga Repeat 1 [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***as 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 j**els that be chuckie Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey For a better batch, roll fever for notes And need I approach little n***as seated in coach I mean, um, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach The seed in my smoke, the n***as 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 duece twice n***as who don't make dough, I can affil'ate 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***as wanna scrap? We can scrap n***as wanna wild? We wild However n***as 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**hes Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee You don't stop, we won't stop