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.. 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) 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) 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