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BLACKO AKA KID ZOO

Yo, check this out right, Harlem on da rise. And you don'twant no problem with us guys. M-A-dollar sign-E and if youever out tryin' to find me, I think I should warn you, I gethard when I want to ***, Bad Boy, niggaz ain't readyVerse One:Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracksSling some to niggaz on the corner holdin' the gatsNigga come through or nigga kill, never blow backYou the nigga never ***Yo I know niggaz like you cause I meet 'em all the timeAnd I treat 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mineIf I lose I get loc, put I full in the ***Two to his throat, take his jewels and his coatMore than likely, you ain't got to like meAnd this might be the last time I take you nicelyFor my legion *** and start squeezin'Niggaz talkin' shit, ***There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we're evenI'm from a cold world, *** , 20 degrees in FahrenheitNiggaz get sniped for no reasonDo a lot of work, got plenty funds and many gunsMany sons, niggaz do anything to anyoneAnd on the streets ***So when you talk to Mase better watch ya mouth sonChorus: Busta RhymesYo, if niggaz wanna act we can actYou niggaz wanna scrap, we can scrapYou niggaz got gats, we got gatsYou niggaz wanna style, we styleIf you get foul, we get foulYou get wild, we get wildVerse Two:Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whipCause feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shitThink the whole Harlem World on some clue shitWe Crys bub sippers, *** club niggersPeace to the street team, y'all get love niggazSix years ago I was the have not nigga, hot niggaRepresent for all my block niggazNow I'm 6 drop niggaz, *** rock niggaz10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggazShock niggaz who thought I was a pop niggaYou go against Mase yuo get your wig rocked nigga!Payers like me'll leave your whole block bitterRoll hard like when I see the bank *** niggaHustle is a hustle, so I never knock a niggaDon't really fuck with ***, but still I cop jiggaChorusVerse Three:Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the glory?Tell you the whole truth, never half the storyYou wasn't no hater, you'd probably be happy for meBillboard first line in every categoryNiggaz say they love me, they don't love meI know deep down they wanna slug meI feel a vibe when they hug meLuckily I rock jewels that be chuckie over Iceberg rugbiePushin' a Benz buggie, for better badge*** fever for notesSo ***Little niggaz seated in coachI mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach*** my smokeThe niggaz ain't cheap; they brokeOh yeah, this my doe yearJealousy and envy'll get you nowhereYou don't like me, bet against meYou right, got doe do whatever you likeI get front row seats on the night of the fightMy Roley too tight *** loossen my iceAnd 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I be the ***Niggaz who'll make doe, I can affily with 'emI'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ismChorus/outro