| Yeah
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| Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape, niggas
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| Volume two
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| We back niggas
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| Oh yeah, by the way, y’all know what my motherfuckin' name is
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| Uh oh
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| I am (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', my name and the streets be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', the speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
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| Three or four of your cousins like it’s nothin' (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin'
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| «He ain’t really from the hood nigga
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| If I catch him in the hood I’ma» (Bzzz)
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| I ride with them choppers
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| All day, I dare you to pop up
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| Blocka, I’m off my rocka
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| Silent. |
| You better off findin, Hoffa
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| I’ve lost my mind
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| Sick man brought my nine
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| Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!)
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| Industry heads off my grind
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| Centipede leg niggas follow me (Follow me!)
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| Yeah nigga, off that liquor
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| Walk back by him, spit lead to the head, niggas off my mind
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| Go ahead nigga, talk that crime shh
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| Talk that, spark that nine shh, walk that fine
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| Line, in between, talk and sparkin' that nine
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| Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline
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| Entire teams get bought, like buy 'em
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| I am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph
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| Breakin' niggas back, we giants
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| David gettin' slapped by Goliath
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| That means that I am, him
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| In the back chillin', that’ll be quiet
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| But that don’t mean try 'em
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| The gatling’s by 'em
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| You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign
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| Peekin' at no matter who’s eyein'
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| Readin' he’d be leavin the baddest dude lyin'
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| In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (new science)
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| I done had it here in Babylon
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| I am that dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron
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| Nigga I am (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
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| Three or four of your cousins like it’s nothin' (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin'
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| «He ain’t really from the hood nigga
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| If I catch him in the hood I’ma» (Bzzz)
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| Buzz him
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| Everything y’all love I’m touchin'
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| Granny gone die, fuck em
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| Bona fide hustler, dude in a tank
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| Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga can’t
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| We will do it til the music ends
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| Do it when it’s noon
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| Do it til it’s noon again
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| Do it til it’s new again
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| Do it til he prove to you, who to you, can’t
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| Flow no more, no tool, no shank
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| No rules, no don’t do’s in the blanks
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| Oh no (Oh no!) won’t go assumin' who you think, gon' blow
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| Won’t be leavin here sooner than you think
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| The party ain’t over til I’m losin' my drink
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| I’mma couple dollars up from hollerin' «Oo I can’t!»
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| Up and at em', til tomorrow while I choose my fate
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| There be dues that I pay while I move wit' my rank (yeah)
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| Move wit' my weight (yeah)
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| Do whoever ain’t playin' dead
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| There lonely player, only shoes in the paint
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| I’mma go until there’s no more room in the bank
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| I’m just y’all niggas, sittin' on tall figures
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| To the law, need invisible legit small business
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| The minute, the hits is out I figured y’all get it
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| The fickle now admits, just as I spit it
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| I’m the sickest
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| «Good Lord, just hear him»
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| «Get a good load of him. |
| Hits is hittin' like Hitler done did 'em»
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| The next villain, tap the nigga next to you
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| Tell him, «I don’t like him either, let’s kill him»
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| Ya’ll niggas sound crazy (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
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| Three or four of your cousins like it’s nothin' (Bzzz)
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| Buzzin'
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| «He ain’t really from the hood nigga
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| If I catch him in the hood I’ma» (Bzzz)
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| Buzz him
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| Everything y’all love I’m touchin'
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| Granny gone die, fuck em |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buzzin', artist - Royce 5'9. Album song M.I.C. Presents, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп