Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas I got my crew so other niggas
a start nothing I just know how to count know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert
face and slap ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy ???? and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master
[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is funky [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is funky? Cause I ain't havin it no other way [Keith] Word
me out the house without my .9 or .45 I got a big orange tracker and a diesel truck My idea of heaven is chasing wild tail bucks And as a country boy
a good look in my trunk and it's all steel (Yeah) Ain't nobody in control it's Allah's will The other trunk ain't filled with diesel, it's all krill
m knowin there ain't a lot of dudes That like the fact I'm blowin Like some runnin shoes on the track I'm goin Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewing
to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar I gotta do it like this You can take the boy outta slum
, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Eye Blue Funk Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas
) (Who are you, though?) Virginia Slim, baby (Let 'em know somethin') That we ain't going nowhere (Nowhere, niggas) Second dynasty here (Yeah) Play boy
(feat. Ice Cube, Trife Diesel) "Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With
four-five Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If
feeling like Michael Just before the verdict Sweat on my forehead I'm anxious and nervous These streets ull eat you if you let em Cop ull beat you You pumping diesel
(feat. Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Ey) [Intro/Chorus:] Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! [x3] I got my crew so other niggas
your face and slap ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy [????] and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate
with jungle fever, I ain't hatin A cup more Coppertone, I'm cappin on your kinky ear Bitches they stare, cause I'm WILD cock diesel Boy hopin that I recognize
Magnolia Soulja Slim Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of
bank teller I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man