Released: December 12, 1992
Featuring: 3rd Eye Rob Odindo Guru Busta Rhymes The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter: 3rd Eye Busta Rhymes Rob Odindo The Notorious B.I.G. Guru Heavy D
Producer: 3rd Eye Heavy D
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my niggas so other crews better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Yo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 1: 3rd 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 what's up
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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 2: 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
Ought to 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 jumpi'n 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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma (Woo!)
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer (Uh)
I'm a: cap peeler, girl stealer (Hey)
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 burner's to my left, I'm not the type to fight
I'm blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite (Boom)
So call 911, Biggie's got a gun (Woo)
The gat to your back, I'm smoking everyone (Hey, ho)
Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the house, huh? A bunch of niggas
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 4: 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'
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 5: 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 script
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 bunch of niggas
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse: 6 Busta Rhymes]
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 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 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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas! Uh
[Outro: Heavy D]
There's no one in my category because I don't care what they think. I'ma give you what I can give you, when I'm over, when it's done and said, when I've made my last album because you don't appreciate the music no more, I will step away. But I'm not gon' step away without some nigga saying, "That nigga Heavy D was rough in his day."
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my niggas so other crews better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Yo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 1: 3rd 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 what's up
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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 2: 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
Ought to 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 jumpi'n 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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma (Woo!)
Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer (Uh)
I'm a: cap peeler, girl stealer (Hey)
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 burner's to my left, I'm not the type to fight
I'm blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite (Boom)
So call 911, Biggie's got a gun (Woo)
The gat to your back, I'm smoking everyone (Hey, ho)
Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger
Who's in the house, huh? A bunch of niggas
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 4: 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'
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse 5: 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 script
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 bunch of niggas
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
[Verse: 6 Busta Rhymes]
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 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 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
[Chorus: Heavy D]
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas!
Who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
Ayo, who's on the microphone?
A bunch of niggas!
I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone
A bunch of niggas! Uh
[Outro: Heavy D]
There's no one in my category because I don't care what they think. I'ma give you what I can give you, when I'm over, when it's done and said, when I've made my last album because you don't appreciate the music no more, I will step away. But I'm not gon' step away without some nigga saying, "That nigga Heavy D was rough in his day."