[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 n***as, so other crews better leave us alone, uh (A buncha n***as!)
Who's on the microphone? (A buncha n***as!)
Yo, 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, slippin' 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 – too hectic to get with the
Crazy, hairy, naked, wicked, crippled, drunken monkeys
The back alley, freaky-ass, the gas technique
So, peep – it's about to get deep, so just keep
Your Third Eye wide 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, ya 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, god
But, save that, no way that–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 (Hey!)
No charges against me 'cause I'm jumping the lawmen
Ah, man – punks should cancel all 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 ya 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'll leave nothing left
I cook ya 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 9-1-1, Biggie's got a gun (Woo)
The gat's to your back (Hey!), I'm smoking everyone (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 – whoa
When I put one to the head, now the funk's hit, starting
Fine, so I headline for the public (Hey!)
Get my paper, rap subjects'
Packed with potential, the 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 impossible to freak
See the highlighting, 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, been known to 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 (Hey!)
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, wacky n***as need to stop it
You'll get your style busted, and that's 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!)
Stick it, in your friendly group, watchin' the kid kick it (Oh)
Woo-hah!!! "Yo, B – 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***a– yes! (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!)
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 ruff in his day."