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The Points

Jamal, Menace Clan, Ill Al Skratch, Heltah Skeltah, The Notorious B.I.G., Coolio, Redman, Busta Rhymes, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Big Mike, Buckshot (USA)

1995, English

Lyrics

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Ts, ts, ts, ts, tss
Ts-ts-ts-ts-ts
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flipping mixtapes, to bitches feeding me grapes (Uh)
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal (Uh-huh)
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game (Uh), gimme the dame and the Range (Uh-huh)
My niggas up to par, drop-top Jaguars (Uh)
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's that superstar status apparatus (Uh-huh, uh), more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hash in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime (Uh), as my seats recline (Nigga)
I want a presidential Rollie (So?)
So I crush MC's to guacamole, making Robin scream "Holy Moly!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader
Playing SEGA in the wide body Blazer
I shot dice with a priest and drank 'Gnac with a pastor
So it's me, myself and I know, my own Lord and Master
When your ass 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, nigga
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
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
Uh, it's that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock (Uh), inhale it (Ahh)
Fuck the vest, niggas better start putting on helmets (Uh)
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats (Uh)
So I duck (What?), lyrical buck-buck, get stuck
I'm jamming like Smucker's for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus (Uh), then I fix a few stitches
BADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches
I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame (Huh, ahh!)
Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted (Uh), my scriptures
Leaving your mic boney like that Tales of the Crypt bitch (Huh, uh!)
All y'all niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind (Uh), I'm busting your ass counter-clockwise
I get Dumb (Huh), but Dumber (Huh), why your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
Ayo, mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
Let the pants sag, fuck the drag (I'ma puff the whole bag)
It's the low down and I'm low-key
The OG (The OG) niggas know me (True), so take it easy like Mo Bee
It ain't surprising these motherfuckers still hating
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
It's been stated, way back in '88
That a nigga like Mike will stomp the head of a snake
My quake was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fatal, when my heat made a sound
Now, how the non-believers gonna fall?
When my niggas made the fucking final call
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
Go for mine, and run down the line
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 shit then they wonder why we start overreacting
Hey-ey-ey! you can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my music
I'm frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
Watch me go inside, Please give me room, yo, step aside, hah
Those who commit these ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes
Get your shit drawers up out my hamper
Young survivalist, represent the next Black Panther
I stepped in the jam with the god on my side
And the god S.T. is still waiting in the ride
So I, stepped to the DJ and tell the DJ
"Yo, throw the wax on"
"How many MC's must get dissed"?
Puttin' your shit to the pave, endin' up meetin' the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing
But it never phased Bone
My deadly thugsta brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off
Been labeled a psychopath, fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance
You niggas who fearin' my sawed-off, put me to rest, so fast to blast
So if you thinkin' of kickin' it, you best be packin' your shit, you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, 'cause I'm moving you down with the quickness
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once a-gain
And niggas they pick up the pen and then try to contend but see what they win is that MAC-10
There's never another to go with a brotha, I'll smother a sucka
And go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters, they claim to get down
But come through with the sucka that squealed on the murder?
Creep with the street sweeper
When I reap I pray the bullet'll put in much work
Put in much dirt, wet shirt, puttin' the bullet just where it hurts and, um...
Wit' a me TEC, I stepped up, runnin wit' a buck
Po-po's won't let-a me duck, gonna be a set up, wet up
Get 'em when I get 'em, Bone don't let up

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