Buckshot - The Points lyrics
[Intro: Easy Mo Bee] {*scratching*} "Go for mine, and run down the line" {*scratching*} "Go for mine, and run down the line" [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims Flipping mixtapes to b**hes feeding me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my a** wanna k** four people f** the game, gimme the dame and the Range My n***as up to pawn drop-top Jaguars Blindfold you when you step in the car That's that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Ca**ius Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie (So) So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, "Holy moley!" Big Poppa, f** a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader Playing Sega in the wide body Blazer [Verse 2: Coolio] I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor So it's me, myself and I know, my own lord and master When your a** was born, it was all on the lone, and When it's time to die, you'll be all alone, so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and Start taking care of your own, n***a Everybody's human with the nature of a sinner So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner I gots to fight back against the powers that be Cause the powers that be, be tryna fight me Standing at the crossroads but I wasn't by myself Some take the right and some take the lefts, but Lo and behold what do I see In the distance? Some resistance Break 1: Easy Mo Bee {*scratching*} "Go for mine, and run down the line" {*scratching*} "Go for mine, and run down the line" (Verse 2) [Redman] It's that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it f** the vest, n***as better start putting on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats So I duck, lyrical BUCK BUCK, get stuck I'm jamming like Smuckers for all you motherf**ers That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches BLADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke b**hes I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt b**h (Uh!) All y'all n***as s** my balls one time While I unwind, I'm busting your a**, counterclockwise I get Dumb but Dumber, why your vision blurred For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers [Ill Al Skratch] Aiyyo, Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag Let the pants sag, f** the drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) It's the low down and I'm low-key, the O.G n***as know me (True) so take it easy with stakes [Big Mike] It ain't surprising these motherf**ers still hating They must don't know I ain't that n***a to be played with It's been stated way back in '88 That a n***a like Mike will stomp the head of a snake Now quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground And fate is fatal when my heat made a sound Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall When my n***as made the f**ing final call Hook: Ill Al Skratch It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine It's like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that Break 2: Easy Mo Bee "For my one true" "Our run's our rhyme" "For my one" {*scratching*} "One true" "For my one true" "Our run" "Our run" "Run's" "Our" "Rhyme" (Verse 3) [Busta Rhymes] Hey, you, don't you dare give me no type of argument All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness You best believe every time we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now every time I turn around, my people start subtracting They cause this sh**, then they wonder why we start overreacting Hey, ay, ay, you can pick and choose it Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music I'm frying up sh** sizzling like cyanide Watch me go inside, "Please give me room, yo step aside" Ha, those who commit the ultimate crimes b**hes run around like snitches out there dropping dimes Get your sh** drawers up out my hammer Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side And the guard S.T. is still waiting in the ride So I stepped to the DJ and told the DJ "Yo, throw the wax on" "How many emcees must get dissed" [Layzie Bone] Putting your sh** to the pave, ending 'em meeting the gauge Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses Put 'em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off [Wish Bone] Living the psycho path so I'm down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance You n***as are fearing my sawed-off Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your sh**, you b**h Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness [Krayzie Bone] Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, bucking em once a Gain enough to pick a defender They try to contend us, see, all they gon' win is that Mac-10 There's never another to go with a brother, while smotherin' s**as been gon' undercover We leave em in gutters, ain't gonna get caught. But who was the s**er that squealed on a murda? [Bizzy Bone] Creep with the street, sweeper, better R.I.P. and pray The bullet don't put in much work but I'm a sure, wit, shot Puttin' the bullets just where it hurts, and um With a me tech'll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up