Intro/Chorus:
 Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X)
 I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone

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 [Third Eye]
 The Group Home's 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  I'm 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, it's about to get deep, we just kick
 your Third Eye right open don't let your eyeball sleep
 The next step is the check, let's tell theses niggas whassup
 Cause we get freaky G, no you can't get with me
 Save yourself the trouble step back black, and don't even bother
 Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like I'm your father

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 [Guru]
 Aiyyo, it's time for me to flow and get down with this
 I'm pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this
 I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out
 Cause when I'm flippin, I'll be rippin your pride out
 So called gangsters play roles like in the movies
 Oughta save that, they're way bad, you could never do me
 I'm real as they come, I'll beat ya numb with my vocal tones
 Words hit like aluminum bats to your dome
 No charges against me cause I'm 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 niggas

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 [Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.]
 I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma
 Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer
 I'ma, 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 Chef
 My burner's in my left, I'm not the type to fight
 I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite
 So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun
 The gat to your back, I'm smokin everyone
 Quick to pack, quick to squeeze on the trigger
 Who's in the house? HUHHHHHH! A buncha niggas!

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 [Rob-O]
 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 I'm Rob-O, the super spectacular
 Brown skinned junior from Africa
 Blowin up so it's, possible to freak
 See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give a [fuck]
 I split when it's through then it's get with the Guinness brew
 and give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still I'm wreckin

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 [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
 It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy
 And I got plenty honies there's 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 they're 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 that's what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydaps
 So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger?
 When I'm on the block I'm with my flock and I'm rollin with a buncha niggas

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 [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 niggas need to stop it
 You get your style busted that's 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 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 buncha niggas!
 YESS!

 Chorus 2X