A Bunch Of ******

featuring
Biggie Smalls
Busta Rhymes
Guru Rob O
Third EyeIntro/
Chorus:Whos on the microphone?
A BUNCHA N
IGGAS! (repeat 3X)
I got my crew so other *****s better leave us alone
Chorus[Third Eye]
The Group
Homes down yo flippin with
West and me
Charge a gap quick kid best believe it
GOh I like to flip the script and have a track record
Wreckin it swift
Im tellin ya to heck with tell to get with thecrazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkeystyle back alley freaky ass to gas technique
So peak, its about to get deep, we just kickyour
Third Eye right open dont let your eyeball sleep
The next step is the check, lets tell theses *****s whassup
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
Chorus[Guru]
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
Oughta 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 *****s
Chorus[Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.]
I bring drama like ya , spit on my momma
Cannibalistic, like that *****
Jeffrey Dahmer
Ima, head peeler, girl stealer
Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer,
HUHHHHHH!When
I hit you with the blow of death
I leave nothin left
I cook you up so quick they call me
Biggie Smalls the
ChefMy burners in my left,
Im not the type to fight
Im blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite
So call nine-one-one,
Biggies got a gun
The gat to your back,
Im smokin everyone
Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger
Whos in the house?
HUHHHHHH!
A buncha *****s!
Chorus[Rob-O]
Like yo , beg your pardon, whoawhen
I put one to the head nuff funk *****t startin
Fine, so I headline for the public
Get mine for my rap subjects
Packed with potential , wisdom versatile elementsto quench your sense,
I get down so feel the mental
Rhyme pro
Im Rob-O, the super spectacular
Brown skinned junior from
AfricaBlowin 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 brewand give a shoutout to my
Uptown crew and still
Im wreckin
Chorus[Heavy D]
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 *** 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 skip
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 buncha *****s
Chorus[Busta Rhymes]
Well HELLO
HI! HELLO
HELLO! How ya doin?!
HI! Hello hi
HEY, how ya doin?!
Voltronic!
Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin *****s 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 em-otionally get wickedto stick it, in your inner groove watch a ** *** kick it
Ohh hah! Yo
Bee, Busta
Rhyme*****e my *****n, never muggin, only lovin and hugginmy *****s, as we get bigger we come dieselas masculine figures,
L.O.N.S. we gettin thicker with a buncha *****s!
YESS!Chorus 2
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