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Heavy D - A Buncha Niggas lyrics
featuring Biggie Smalls Busta Rhymes Guru Rob O Third Eye Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone Chorus [Third Eye] The Group Home's down yo flippin with West and me Charge a gap quick kid best believe it G Oh I like to flip the script and have a track record Wreckin it swift I'm tellin ya to heck with tell to get with the crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkey style back alley freaky ass to gas technique So peak, it's about to get deep, we just kick your Third Eye right open don't let your eyeball sleep The next step is the check, let's tell theses niggas whassup Cause we get freaky G, no you can't get with me Save yourself the trouble step back black, and don't even bother Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like I'm your father Chorus [Guru] Aiyyo, it's time for me to flow and get down with this I'm pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out Cause when I'm flippin, I'll be rippin your pride out So called gangsters play roles like in the movies Oughta save that, they're way bad, you could never do me I'm real as they come, I'll beat ya numb with my vocal tones Words hit like aluminum bats to your dome No charges against me cause I'm jumpin the law man A-men, punks should cancel their plans As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin bigger Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha niggas Chorus [Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.] I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer I'ma, head peeler, girl stealer Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, HUHHHHHH! When I hit you with the blow of death I leave nothin left I cook you up so quick they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun The gat to your back, I'm smokin everyone Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger Who's in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas! Chorus [Rob-O] Like yo, beg your pardon, whoa when I put one to the head nuff funk shit startin Fine, so I headline for the public Get mine for my rap subjects Packed with potential, wisdom versatile elements to quench your sense, I get down so feel the mental Rhyme pro I'm Rob-O, the super spectacular Brown skinned junior from Africa Blowin up so it's, possible to freak See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give a [fuck] I split when it's through then it's get with the Guinness brew and give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin Chorus [Heavy D] Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy And I got plenty honies there's no need for no sex toy Free me, slavery, let me go oh no no no No longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes Never ran from static men to crew get dramatic And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automatics Now push could come to shove because they love the way I flip a skip And that's what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydaps So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger? When I'm on the block I'm with my flock and I'm rollin with a buncha niggas Chorus [Busta Rhymes] Well HELLO HI! HELLO HELLO! How ya doin?! HI! Hello hi HEY, how ya doin?! Voltronic! Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonic Esophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop it You get your style busted that's just what they get for comin You want some?! Yes I know you want some of the TALENT! But you can juice up, and em-otionally get wicked to stick it, in your inner groove watch a nigga kick it Ohh hah! Yo Bee, Busta Rhymes be my niggan, never muggin, only lovin and huggin my niggas, as we get bigger we come diesel as masculine figures, L.O.N.S. we gettin thicker with a buncha niggas! YESS! Chorus 2X |
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