text: 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.