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mae - niggaz wanna act lyrics

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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, n-gg-z ain’t ready

yo, you the type of cat in the building, holdin’ the cracks
playin’ some the n-gg-z on the corner holdin’ the gatts
n-gg- come through, a n-gg- kill, never blow back
you the n-gg-, never did but send in all the facts

yo, i know n-gg-z 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’
n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t, be behind the cars weavin’

there’s no breathin’, ain’t n-body in here leavin’
you kill my man, i kill your b-tch, now we even
i’m from a cold world, where it’s bleeding, 20 degrees in
fahrenheit, n-gg-z get sniped for no reason

do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
many sons, n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z wanna act, we can act
you n-gg-z wanna scr-p, we could scr-p
you n-gg-z got gatts, we got gatts
you n-gg-z wanna style, we style
if you get foul, we get foul
you get wild, we get wild

if n-gg-z wanna act, we can act
if n-gg-z wanna scr-p, we could scr-p
you n-gg-z got gatts, we got gats
you n-gg-z 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 sh-t, keep poppin’ up new sh-t, new sh-t
think the whole harlem world on some clue sh-t

we crisp bub sippers, strip club n-gg-s
peace to the street team, y’all get love n-gg-z
six years ago i was the have-not n-gg-
hot n-gg-, represent for all my block n-gg-z

now, i’m 6 drop n-gg-z, baggette rock n-gg-z
10 g’s a show and i ain’t even drop n-gg-z
shock n-gg-z who thought i was a pop n-gg-
you go against mase, you get your wig rocked n-gg-

players like me’ll leave your whole block bitter
roll hard like when i see the bank stop, n-gg-
hustle is a hustle, so, i never knock a n-gg-
don’t really f-ck with dame but still i cop jigga

if n-gg-z wanna act, we can act
you n-gg-z wanna scr-p, we could scr-p
you n-gg-z got gatts, we got gatts
you n-gg-z wanna style, we style
if you get foul, we get foul
you get wild, we get wild

if n-gg-z wanna act, we can act
if n-gg-z wanna scr-p, we could scr-p
you n-gg-z got gatts, we got gats
you n-gg-z 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

n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z seated in coach
i mean, think it’s smaller than the weed in my roach
the seed in my smoke, the n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s 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 n-gg-z wanna scr-p? we can scr-p
n-gg-z wanna wild? we wild

however n-gg-z 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 b-tches
lox, black rob, the whole committee
you don’t stop, we won’t stop

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