Royce Da 59

[Royce Da 59"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, yall know what my motherfuckin 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 its nothin (Bzzz)
Buzzin
"He aint really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood Ima" (Bzzz)
[Verse 1]
Buzz him, I ride with them choppas all day
I dare you to pop a
Blocka, Im off my rocka
Silent, you better all findin, Hoffa
Ive lost my mind
Sick man brought my nine
Sixth man off my pine (Im off!)
Industry heads off my grind
Centipede leg niggaz follow me (Follow me!)
Yeah nigga, off that liquor
Walk back by him, spit lead to the head, niggaz off my mind
Go ahead nigga, 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 niggaz back, we giants
David gettin slapped by Goliath
That means that I am, him
In the back chillin, thatll be quiet
But that dont mean ???
The gatlings, ???
You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign
Peekin at no matter whos eyein
Readin hed 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
Nigga 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 its nothin (Bzzz)
Buzzin
"He aint really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood Ima" (Bzzz)
Buzz him
[Verse 2]
Everything yall love Im touchin
Ready gone die, fuck em
Bonafide hustler, dude in a tank
Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga cant
We will do it til the music ends
Do it when its noon
Do it til its noon again
Do it til its new again
Do it til he prove to you, who to you, cant
Flow no more, no tool, no shank
No rules, no dont dos in the blanks
Oh no (Oh no!) wont go assumin who you think, gon blow
Wont be leavin here sooner than you think
The party aint over til Im losin my drink
Imma couple dollars up from hollerin "Oo I cant!"
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 aint playin (yeah)
There lonely player, only shoes in the paint
Imma go until theres no more room in the bank
Im just yall niggaz, sittin on tall figures
Til the law, need invisible legit small business
The minute, the hits is out I figured yall get it
The fickle now admits, just as I spit it
Im as sick as "Good Lord, just hear him
Get a good load of him. Hits is hittin like hitlaw done did em"
The next villian, tap the nigga next to you
Tell him, "I dont like him either. Lets kill him"
Yall niggaz sound crazy (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 its nothin (Bzzz)
Buzzin
"He aint really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood Ima" (Bzzz)
Buzz him
Everything yall love Im touchin
Ready gone die, fuck em (fuck em)
[ Buzz Lyrics ]