[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone, uh (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)

[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 (Oh)
The next step is the check, let's tell these n***as 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 buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)
[Verse 2: Guru]
Ayo, it's time for me to flow and get down with this
I'm pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this (Woo)
I got a known rep, so son you better slide out (Go)
Cause when I'm flippin', I'll be rippin' your pride out (Yeah)
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 you numb with my vocal tones (Oh)
Words hit like aluminium bats to your dome (Ayy)
No charges against me cause I'm jumping the law, man
Amen, punks should cancel their plans (Oh)
As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin bigger
Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin' with a bunch of n***as

[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma (Woo)
Cannibalistic like that n***a 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 buncha n***as
[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)

[Verse 4: Rob-O]
Like yo, beg your pardon, woah
When I put one to the head, nuff funk shit starting
Fine, so I headline for the public (Ayy)
Get mine for my rap subjects (So)
Packed with potential, wisdom versatile elements (Woo)
To quench your sense, I get down so feel the mental (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 -
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 buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)
[Verse 5: Heavy D]
Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain (Oh)
Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends (Oh)
It's the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy (Oh)
And I got plenty honeys, there's no need for no sex toy (Oh)
Free me, slavery, let me go, oh, no, no, no (Oh)
No longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like they're filthy hoes (Oh)
Never ran from static men, no crew get dramatic (Oh)
And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automatics (Zoom)
Now push could come to shove because they love the way I flip a script (Ayy)
And that's what keeps me kinda popular with all the honey dips (Oh)
So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger? (Oh)
When I'm on the block I'm with my flock and I'm rollin' with a buncha n***as (Oh)

[Chorus: Heavy D]
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)

[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Well hello, hi, hello, hello, how you doing?
Hi, hello, hi, hey, how you doing?
Voltronic (Oh) Busta Rhymes comin' with the mad ultrasonic
Esophagus to rock it, wreckin' n***as 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 e-motionally get wicked (Oh)
To stick it, in your inner groove, watch a n***a kick it (Oh)
Ooo-hah, yo Bee, Busta Rhymes be mugging
Never mugging, only loving and hugging my n***as
As we get bigger we come diesel as masculine figures
L.O.N.S, we gettin' thicker with a bunch of n***as, yes

[Chorus: Heavy D]
(A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
Ayo, who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as)
I got my crew so other n***as better leave us alone, uh (A buncha n***as)

[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 n***a saying
"That n***a Heavy D was rough in his day."