A Buncha Niggas

[Chorus: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my niggas, so other crews better leave us alone, uh (A buncha niggas!) Who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Yo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 1: 3rd Eye] The Group Home's down yo, slippin' 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 – too hectic to get with the Crazy, hairy, naked, wicked, crippled, drunken monkeys The back alley, freaky-ass, the gas technique So, peep – it's about to get deep, so just keep Your Third Eye wide open, don't let your eyeball sleep (Oh) The next step is the check, let's tell these niggas what's up 'Cause we get freaky, G – no, ya 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: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 2: Guru] 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 (Woo) I got a known rep, so, son, you better slide out (Go) Cause when I'm flippin', I'll be rippin' your pride out (Yeah) So-called gangsters play roles like in the movies, god But, save that, no way that–you could never do me I'm real as they come, I'll beat you numb with my vocal tones (Oh) Words hit like aluminium bats to your dome (Hey!) No charges against me 'cause I'm jumping the lawmen Ah, man – punks should cancel all plans (Oh) As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin' bigger Sayin peace to the Heavster, rollin' with a bunch of niggas [Chorus: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] I bring drama like ya spit on my momma (Woo) Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer (Uh) I'm a cap peeler, girl stealer (Hey) Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer – huh?!!! When I hit you with the blow of death, I'll leave nothing left I cook ya up so quick, they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef My burner's to my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite (Boom!) So call 9-1-1, Biggie's got a gun (Woo) The gat's to your back (Hey!), I'm smoking everyone (Ho!) Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger Who's in the house, huh?!!! A buncha niggas! [Chorus: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 4: Rob-O] Like, yo, beg your pardon – whoa When I put one to the head, now the funk's hit, starting Fine, so I headline for the public (Hey!) Get my paper, rap subjects' Packed with potential, the wisdom versatile elements (Woo) To quench your sense I get down, so feel the mental (Mental) Rhyme pro, I'm Rob-O The super spectacular Brown skinned junior from Africa Blowin' up, so it's impossible to freak See the highlighting, fly writing, don't give a – 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] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 5: Heavy D] Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again-gain (Oh) Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends (Oh) It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big boy (Oh) And I got plenty, honeys, there's no need for no sex toy (Oh) Free me, slavery, let me go, oh, no, no, no (Oh) No longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes (Oh) Never ran from static, been known to get dramatic (Oh) And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automatics (Zoom) Now push could come to shove Because they love the way I flip a script (Hey!) And that's what keeps me kinda popular with all the honey dips (Oh!) So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger? (Oh!) When I'm on the block, I'm with my flock And I'm rollin' with a buncha niggas (Oh!) [Chorus: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] Well, hello, hi! Hello, hello! How you doing? Hi! Hello, hi! hey, how you doing?! Voltronic, (Oh) Busta Rhymes comin' with the mad ultrasonic Esophagus to rock it, wacky niggas need to stop it You'll get your style busted, and that's what they get for comin' You want some? Yes, I know you want some of the talent! But you can juice up, and e-motionally get wicked (Oh!) Stick it, in your friendly group, watchin' the kid kick it (Oh) Woo-hah!!! "Yo, B – Busta Rhymes be mugging!" Never mugging, only loving and hugging my niggas As we get bigger, we come diesel as masculine figures L.O.N.S., we gettin' thicker, with a bunch of nigga– yes! (A buncha niggas!) [Chorus: Heavy D] Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha niggas!) I got my crew, so other niggas better leave us alone, uh (A buncha niggas!) [Outro: Heavy D] There's no one in my category, because I don't care what they think I'ma give you what I can give you When I'm over, when it's done and said When I've made my last album Because you don't appreciate the music no more I will step away But I'm not gon' step away without some nigga saying "That nigga Heavy D was ruff in his day"