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Royce Da 5'9 - Текст песни Buzzin'
[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)
 [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)
 [Chorus]
 Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
 Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)Royce Da 5'9 - Buzzin' - http://ru.motolyrics.com/royce-da-59/buzzin-lyrics.html
 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)











