to Mase better watch yo mouth son [Mase & Busta Rhymes] 1 - Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act You niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggas got gatts, we got gatts You niggas wanna
Mase better watch yo mouth son [Mase & Busta Rhymes] 1 - Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act You niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggas got gatts, we got gatts You niggas wanna
: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from the niggaz I been balling with I'm second guessing, all this negative energy. It's making me realize why niggaz
I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you
make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool
the back, and My niggaz don't know how to act, and And if it's all hood, babe Why you lookin so sad, babe Always gettin mad at me My niggaz don't know
Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout
beata rockin nikes all tha niggaz in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be U niggaz popin colla y yo bitches
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E
bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
is fake niggaz and problems Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you So many times, I'ma feel
'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters Got my mind right, money right, ready for war And I got the C4, under my competitor's car These niggaz
start, oh Just screamin' want that old thing back Like I double G I E whit some R U L E Notorious know to bust in the E Y E, baby baby Bitches know they
hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to my nigga B.I.G I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E Chorus: Lil' Kim On the road to riches and
of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay rob How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under
I got no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz And while you niggaz talk shit we
'all want? (Give me everything you got) Y'all niggaz ready to do it (Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot) All my niggaz Attention (Loud and clear) Where my niggaz
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin' with me Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched Grindin' niggaz