Buzzin' Lyrics - M.i.c. (make It Count) - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Yeah! 

Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz! 

Volume two! 

We back niggaz! 

Oh yeah, by the way, y'all 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 it's nothin' (Bzzz) 

Buzzin' 

"He ain't really from the hood nigga 

If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) 

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[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 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', 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 

Nigga I am (Bzzz) 

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[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 nigga 

If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) 

Buzz him 

[Verse 2] 

Everything y'all love I'm touchin' 

'Ready gone die, fuck em 

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 

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 niggaz, 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 hittin like hitlaw done did 'em" 

The next villian, tap the nigga next to you 

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

Ya'll 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 it's nothin' (Bzzz) 

Buzzin' 

"He ain't really from the hood nigga 

If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) 

Buzz him 

Everything y'all love I'm touchin' 

'Ready gone die, fuck 'em (fuck em)