[Intro]

Yeah

Welcome to the M.I.C. Mixtape, niggas

Volume two

We back, niggas

Oh, yeah, by the way

Y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is

Uh-oh (Yeah)

[Chorus]

I am (Bzzz) buzzin' my name

And the streets be (Bzzz) buzzin'

The speakers in 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, nigga)

(If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him

I ride with them choppers all day, I dare you to pop up

[Verse 1]

Blocka, I'm off my rocka

Silent, you better off findin', Hoffa (Yeah)

I've lost my mind (Yeah), sick man brought my nine

Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!)

Industry heads off my grind (Yeah)

Centipede leg niggas follow me (Follow me), yeah, nigga

Off that liquor, walk back by him

Spit lead to the head, niggas 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 buy 'em, I am

Battling the scatter that rather by triumph (Yeah)

Breakin' niggas back, we giants (We giants)

David gettin' slapped by Goliath, that means that I am

Him. In the back chillin', that'll be quiet (Shh)

But that don't mean try 'em, the gatling's by 'em

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 Babylon, I am

That dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron

[Chorus]

Nigga 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, 3 or 4 of your cousins

Like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin'

(He ain't really from the hood, nigga)

(If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him

Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, fuck 'em

[Verse 2]

Bonafide hustler, dude in a tank

Do a clown, undo now, who a do a nigga 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 assumin' 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

I'ma couple dollars, up from hollerin', "Ooh, I can't!"

Up and at em' 'til tomorrow, while I choose my fate

There be dues that I pay, while I move wit' my rank, yeah

Move wit' my weight, yeah, do whoever ain't playin' dead

There lonely player, only shoes in the paint

I'ma go until there's no more room in the bank

I'm just y'all, niggas, sittin' on tall figures

To the law, need invisible legit small business (Yeah)

The minute, the hits is out I figured y'all get it (Yeah)

The fickle now admits (Yeah), just as I spit it, I'm the sickest

"Good Lord, just hear him, get a good load of him

Hits is hittin' like Hitler done did 'em"

The next villain, tap the nigga next to you

Tell him, "I don't like him either, let's kill him"

[Chorus]

Ya'll niggas sound crazy (Bitch) buzzin' my name

And the streets be (Bzzz) buzzin'

The speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz) buzzin'

'Til I kill your mother, your brother, 3 or 4 of your cousins

Like it's nothin' (Bzzz) buzzin'

(He ain't really from the hood, nigga

If I catch him in the hood, I'ma) Buzz him

Everything y'all love I'm touchin', granny gone die, fuck 'em

[Outro]

Welcome to the M.I.C. Mixtape