Yo check this out right,
Harlem on a rise
And you don't want
no problem wit us guys
M-A-$-E, and if you
ever out tryin find me,
I think I should warn
you....
I get hard when I
want to
Angelettie, Bad Boy
Niggaz ain't ready
Verse 1
Yo, you the type of
cat
In the building holdin
the cracks
Slayin some'em niggas
on the corner
Holdin' the gats
Nigga come through
a nigga
Kill never blow back
You the nigga that
never did
But seem to know all
the facts
Yo I know niggas like
you
Cuz I meet them all
the time
And I greet em wit
the 9
If they ever keep
what's mine
If I lose I get low,
put a fool in it, yo
2 plus dough take
his jewels and his coat
More than likely,
you ain't got to like me,
And this might be
the last time I take you nicely
From my legion, fill
up the C's then start squeezin'
Niggas talkin' shit
be behind the cars weavin
There's no breathin,
Ain't nobody any leavin'
You kill my man I
kill yo bitch, now we even
I'm from a cold world
where it's bleedin' 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit, niggas
get sniped for no reason
Do alot of work
Got plenty funds and
many guns
Many sons, niggas
do anything to anyone
And on the streets
sound out none
So when you talk to
Ma$e, better watch your mouth son
Chorus 2x
Yo if niggas wanna
act, we can act
If niggas wanna scrap,
we can scrap
You niggas got gats,
we got gats
You niggas wanna style,
we style
If you get foul, we
get foul
You get wild, we get
wild
Verse 2
Gonna start it wit
a blue whip
Blew quick, gotta
silver new wick
Cuz the feds watch
when I do shit
Think the whole Harlem
World on some clue shit
We're Cris bub sippers,
strip club niggas
Peace to the street
team, ya'll get luv nigga
6 years ago I was
the have not nigga
Hot nigga, representin
for my block niggas
Now I'm 6 drop niggas
and bagget rock niggas
10 G's a show and
I ain't even drop niggas
Shock niggas who thought
I was a prop nigga
You go against Ma$e,
you get your wig rocked nigga
Playas like me, I
leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when
I see the bank stop nigga
Hustle as I hustle
so I never knock a nigga
Don't really fuck
wit game, but still I cop jigga
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
Yo I do this everyday,
brag about the glory
Tell you the whole
truth, never half the story
If you wasn't no hater,
you'd probably be happy for me
Billboard first slot
in every category
Niggas say they love
me
They don't love me,
I know deep down they wanna slug me
I feel a vibe when
they hug me
Luckily I rock jewels
that be chunky
Over iceberg rugby
Pushin a Benz buggy,
4 better bets, roll fever for notes
And need I approach,
little niggas seated in coach
I mean ummm think
their smaller than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke,
them niggas ain't cheap they broke
Oh yeah this my dough
year, jealousy and envy'll get cha 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,
the many links loosin my ice
And before I scoop
the dice, better grin
I be the dude spice,
niggas who don't make dough
I can't affili wit
em
I'm dyin' from a sickness
known as willieism
Chorus over verse 4
Yo, whatever you want
we could do it, we
could do it better
and you niggas wanna
scrap we can scrap
niggas wanna wild,
we wild
However you niggas
like it
You get it, Harlem
World Bad Boy 97
Yeah Harlem on a rise
And you don't really
want no problem wit us guys
Uh, got my man carden
wit me
KFC, BRE, Blinky blink,
cooter love,
Huddle Black fred,
big d, puff ditty
You know we get busy
Lox, Black Rob
The whole committee
You don't stop, we
won't stop
chorus fade out