Royce da 5'9" - Buzzin' lyrics

Yeah welcome to the MIC Mixtape, niggas
Volume two we back niggas
Oh yeah, by the way
Y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
Uh oh

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" (Bzzz)
I ride with them choppers
All day, I dare you to pop up

Blocka, I'm off my rocka
Silent you better off findin, Hoffa
I've lost my mind sick man brought my nine
Sixth man off my pine (I'm off)
Industry heads off my grind
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
Breakin' niggas back, we giants
David gettin' slapped by Goliath
That means that I am, him
In the back chillin', that'll be quiet
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 nigga I am (Bzzz)

Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and 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" (Bzzz)
Buzz him everything y'all love I'm touchin'
Granny gone die, fuck em

Bona fide 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'mma couple dollars up from
Hollerin' "Oo 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'mma 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
The minute
The hit's is out I figured y'all get it
The fickle now admit's, just as I spit it
I'm the sickest "Good Lord, just hear him"
"Get a good load of him hit's 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"
Ya'll niggas sound crazy (Bzzz)

Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and 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" (Bzzz)
Buzz him everything y'all love I'm touchin'
Granny gone die, fuck em