Buzzin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Welcome to the M.I.C. Mixtape, niggas Volume two We back niggas Oh, yeah, by the way Y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is Uh-oh (Yeah) [Chorus] I am (Bzzz) buzzin' my name And the streets be (Bzzz) buzzin' The speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz) buzzin' 'Til I kill your mother, your brother, three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin' (He ain't really from the hood, nigga) (If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him I ride with them choppers all day, I dare you to pop up [Verse 1] Blocka, I'm off my rocka Silent, you better off findin', Hoffa (Yeah) I've lost my mind (Yeah), sick man brought my nine Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!) Industry heads off my grind (Yeah) Centipede leg niggas follow me (Follow me), yeah, nigga Off that liquor, walk back by him Spit lead to the head, niggas off my mind Go ahead, nigga, talk that crime shh Talk that, spark that nine shh, walk that fine Line in between, talk and sparkin' that nine Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline Entire teams get bought, like buy 'em, I am Battling the scatter that rather by triumph (Yeah) Breakin' niggas back, we giants (We giants) David gettin' slapped by Goliath, that means that I am Him. In the back chillin', that'll be quiet (Shh) But that don't mean try 'em, the gatling's by 'em You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign Peekin' at no matter who's eyein' Readin' he'd be leavin' the baddest dude lyin' In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (New science) I done had it here in Babylon, I am That dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron [Chorus] Nigga I am (Bzzz) buzzin' my name And the streets be (Bzzz) buzzin' The speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz) buzzin' 'Til I kill your mother, your brother, 3 or 4 of your cousins Like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin' (He ain't really from the hood, nigga) (If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, fuck 'em [Verse 2] Bonafide hustler, dude in a tank Do a clown, undo now, who a do a nigga can't We will do it 'til the music ends, do it when it's noon Do it 'til it's noon again, do it 'til it's new again Do it 'til he prove to you, who to you, can't Flow no more, no tool, no shank No rules, no don't do's in the blanks Oh, no (Oh, no!), won't go assumin' who you think, gon' blow Won't be leavin' here sooner than you think The party ain't over 'til I'm losin' my drink I'ma couple dollars, up from hollerin', "Ooh, I can't!" Up and at em' 'til tomorrow, while I choose my fate There be dues that I pay, while I move wit' my rank, yeah Move wit' my weight, yeah, do whoever ain't playin' dead There lonely player, only shoes in the paint I'ma go until there's no more room in the bank I'm just y'all, niggas, sittin' on tall figures To the law, need invisible legit small business (Yeah) The minute, the hits is out I figured y'all get it (Yeah) The fickle now admits (Yeah), just as I spit it, I'm the sickest "Good Lord, just hear him, get a good load of him Hits is hittin' like Hitler done did 'em" The next villain, tap the nigga next to you Tell him, "I don't like him either, let's kill him" [Chorus] Ya'll niggas sound crazy (Bitch) buzzin' my name And the streets be (Bzzz) buzzin' The speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz) buzzin' 'Til I kill your mother, your brother, 3 or 4 of your cousins Like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin' (He ain't really from the hood, nigga If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, fuck 'em [Outro] Welcome to the M.I.C. Mixtape