Whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my niggas so other crews better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Yo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
The Group Homes 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, Im 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, its about to get deep, we just kick
Your Third Eye right open dont let your eyeball sleep
The next step is the check, lets tell theses niggas whats up
Cause we get freaky G, no, you cant get with me
Save yourself the trouble step back, black, and dont even bother
Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like Im your father
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Aiyyo, its time for me to flow and get down with this
Im pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this
I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out
Cause when Im flippin, Ill be rippin your pride out
So called gangsters play roles like in the movies
Ought to save that, theyre way bad, you could never do me
Im real as they come, Ill beat ya numb with my vocal tones
Words hit like aluminum bats to your dome
No charges against me cause Im 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 of niggas
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma 
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer 
Im a: cap peeler, girl stealer 
Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, huh?
When I hit you with the blow of death, I leave nothing left
I cook you up so quick, they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef
My burners to my left, Im not the type to fight
Im blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite 
So call 911, Biggies got a gun 
The gat to your back, Im smoking everyone 
Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger
Whos in the house, huh? A bunch of niggas
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
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 Im Rob-O, the super spectacular
Brown skinned junior from Africa
Blowin up so its, possible to freak
See the highlight, in fly writing, dont give a 
I split when its through then its get with the Guinness brew
And give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still Im wreckin
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
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
Its the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy
And I got plenty honies theres 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 theyre 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 script
And thats what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydaps
So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger?
When Im on the block Im with my flock and Im rollin with a bunch of niggas
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Well hello, hi, hello, hello, how you doing?
Hi, hello, hi, hey, how you doing? Voltronic!
Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop it
You get your style busted thats 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
Ohh hah, yo Bee, Busta Rhymes
Be my niggan, 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 bunch of niggas, yes
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, whos on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas! Uh
Theres no one in my category because I dont care what they think. Ima give you what I can give you, when Im over, when its done and said, when Ive made my last album because you dont appreciate the music no more, I will step away. But Im not gon step away without some nigga saying, That nigga Heavy D was rough in his day.