A Buncha Niggas Lyrics - Singles - Heavy D

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

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 wassup 

'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 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

Ayo, 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 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

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, huh 

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? Huh, a buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

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 shout out to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin' 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

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 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

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 emotionally get wicked 

To stick it in your inner groove, watch a nigga kick it 

Oh, hah, yo B, Busta Rhymes 

Be my nigga, 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, yes 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas 

I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone