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buzzin' - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[royce da 5’9″]
yeah!
welcome to the m.i.c mixtape n-gg-z!
volume two!
we back n-gg-z!
oh yeah, by the way, y’all know what my motherf-ckin’ name is
uh oh.

[chorus]
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
three or four of your cousins like it’s nothin’ (bzzz)
buzzin’
“he ain’t really from the hood n-gg-
if i catch him in the hood i’ma” (bzzz)

[verse 1]
buzz him, i ride with them choppas all day
i dare you to pop a
blocka, i’m off my rocka
silent, you better all findin, hoffa
i’ve lost my mind
sick man brought my nine
sixth man off my pine (i’m off!)
industry heads off my grind
centipede leg n-gg-z follow me (follow me!)
yeah n-gg-, off that liquor
walk back by him, spit lead to the head, n-gg-z off my mind
go ahead n-gg-, 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?
i am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph
breakin’ n-gg-z back, we giants
david gettin’ slapped by goliath
that means that i am, him
in the back chillin’, that’ll be quiet
but that don’t mean?
the gatling’s,?
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 babblin’
i am that dude quietly shootin’ that chatter proof iron
n-gg- i am (bzzz)

[chorus]
buzzin’, my names and the streets be (bzzz)
buzzin’, the speakers and the jeeps be (bzzz)
buzzin’, til i kill your mother, your brother
three or four of your cousins like it’s nothin’ (bzzz)
buzzin’
“he ain’t really from the hood n-gg-
if i catch him in the hood i’ma” (bzzz)

buzz him

[verse 2]
everything y’all love i’m touchin’
‘ready gone die, f-ck em
bonafide hustler, dude in a tank
do a clown, undo now who a do a n-gg- 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 -ssumin’ 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
imma couple dollars up from hollerin’ “oo i can’t!”
up and at em’, til tomorrow while i choose my fate
there be dudes that i pay while i move wit’ my rank (yeah)
move wit’ my weight (yeah)
do whoever ain’t playin’ (yeah)
there lonely player, only shoes in the paint
imma go until there’s no more room in the bank
i’m just y’all n-gg-z, sittin’ on tall figures
til the law, need invisible legit small business
the minute, the hits is out i figured y’all get it
the fickle now admits, just as i spit it
i’m as sick as “good lord, just hear him
get a good load of him. hits is h-ttin like hitlaw done did ’em”
the next villian, tap the n-gg- next to you
tell him, “i don’t like him either. let’s kill him”
ya’ll n-gg-z sound crazy (bzzz)

everything y’all love i’m touchin’
‘ready gone die, f-ck ’em (f-ck em)

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