Buzzin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Welcome to the M.I.C. Mixtape, n*ggas
Volume two
We back n*ggas
Oh, yeah, by the way
Y'all know what my motherf*ckin' 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, 3 or 4 of your cousins
Like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin'
(He ain't really from the hood, n*gga)
(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 n*ggas follow me (Follow me), yeah, n*gga
Off that liquor, walk back by him
Spit lead to the head, n*ggas off my mind
Go ahead, n*gga, 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' n*ggas 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]
n*gga 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, n*gga)
(If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him
Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, f*ck 'em

[Verse 2]
Bonafide hustler, dude in a tank
Do a clown, undo now, who a do a n*gga 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, n*ggas, 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 n*gga next to you
Tell him, "I don't like him either, let's kill him"
[Chorus]
Ya'll n*ggas sound crazy (b*tch) 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, n*gga
If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him
Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, f*ck 'em

[Outro]
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