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The Points (U-Neek’s Points)

DJ U-Neek, The Notorious B.I.G., Jamal, Heltah Skeltah, Redman, Doodlebug, Coolio, Busta Rhymes, Buckshot (USA), Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Ill Al Skratch

1995, English

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From the East Coast ballers to the West Coast riders
DJ U-Neek and Violator presents
The ghetto's top dogs
Hahahahahahahahahaha
We're standing strong
So come on (So come on)
Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flippin' mixtapes
To bitches feedin' 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, gimme the dame (Uh) 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 .9
Roll up the whole dime (Uh), as my seats recline (Nigga)
I want a presidential Rollie (So?)
So I crush MC's to guacamole, makin' Robin scream "Holy Moly!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin' SEGA in the wide body Blazer
I shot dice with a preacher 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 takin' care of your own, nigga
Everybody's schemin' 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
Standin' 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
Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
Moshin' up this Hip Hop scene with my Digable Crew
Now you and you know the science, so don't front
'Cause Brooklyn won't front, nah, we don't front
In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation
See, knowledge born represents my young nation
And I'm facin', opposition, in every form
So my man choose Squad 7, our's is on the swarm
Like crazily, 'cause it don't pay to be
A Black man in the land of mental slavery (Word)
They say "Cash Rules Everything Around Me", true
So what I gotta do to be as lavish as you?
I don't roll with no crew that do the same ol' same
So I travel the 7th Plane, by the way of Coltrane
Now that's an ill thought, niggas get caught, in my wisdom
Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm
It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin'
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'll stomp the head of a snake
My quake was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fakes fell, when my heat made a sound
Now, how them non-believers gonna fall?
When my niggas make the fuckin' final call
We started out small, now we got 'em steppin' nationwide
1995, how many heads are gonna fly?
With that rootin', tootin', Southside shootin'
Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin', with Huey Newton
Fuck disputin' when it's time for a change
Nigga, what you gon' do, when we re-arrange the game?
Blow 'em out the frame, with new ideas
We's about to gain leverage, puttin' it down out here
We're standing strong
So come on (So come on)
Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
I step in the jam with the god on my side
And the god S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, so I
Step to the DJ and tell the DJ, "Yo, throw the wax on" (Uh)
How many MC's must get dissed? (Dissed)
The mist from the blunt smoke decides who's next on my list
Can you feel the hiss (Ssss)? From the snakes, move in my direction
No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun in my intersection (Uh)
The god has spoken, sword strokin'
If you think you ready for a fair one, pay ya token
On my Soul Train (Uh), control your brain (Uh)
Bucktown representative, break 'em down (Break 'em down) like a ki of cocaine (Uh)
Straight from the lab (Bucktown), and I still elevate
Past the snakes and the crabs
Fuck it (Boot Camp Clik, Clik, Clik)
Uh, it's that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock (Uh), inhale it (Ahh)
Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin' on helmets (Uh)
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets hummin' from gats (Uh)
So I duck (What?), lyrical buck-buck, get stuck
I'm jammin' like Smucker's for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus (Uh), then I fix a few stitches
BADOW! Blast 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
Leavin' 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 bustin' your ass counter clockwise
I get Dumb (Uh), but Dumber (Uh), while your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoozerrs
Ayo, mayday, mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck a drag (I'ma puff the whole bag)
Yeah, 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
The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
On the subliminal, (Niggas) watch what yo' women do
All the bitches wanna know why the frames I rock (Rock)
That's just the rock to clear from the Glock (Glock)
Bear witness, to my mental fitness, no fear (No fear)
Precaution, may be too severe for your ear (Yeah)
Creep around, bro, on the down low
Let off a round slow
Subtle, and leave you in a puddle
So for the breaker-break o' '1-9
Plus it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's like that
Ayo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped
I grabs the mic and I do's what the fuck I want (Uh-huh)
I'll outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly, or a Dutch Master (Master)
Raw like a natural disaster (Disaster)
As I (As I), crack ya, ass like, cheap plaster
I might bash ya, while my tongue lash ya
When the Rock rolls, I crash ya, leave ya like a car wreck
Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tek
And I slash ya, after, I'm sure that you ghost (Ah)
I go see my bro with the 'fro and we toast (What up? What up? What up?)
All the punks 'pon the planet, plus every single fool (Fuck)
'Cause without all of 'yall, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't rule
And we do
Puttin' your shit to the pave, endin' up meetin' the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin'
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 murda?
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
We're standing strong
So come on (So come on)
Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
Ayo, Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rollin' on crews like Pirellis on Acuras
If you don't believe my steez is real
You can check the emptiness of my Glock .9 mil' (Blaow)
It don't matter which way you come
I still be the nigga callin' shots with the gun (Huh)
I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run (Run!)
None, Is about to fuck with the sun Mally G
I never kick a rhyme for free
Function rap skills, I come live like TV (Word up)
For all of y'all, I come across to be real
With super shit like Fall Guy
And lines to make them all die
Infrared beams, mind's full of schemes
'95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah)
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 better 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 subtractin'
They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin'
Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'mma hit you with my music
I'm fryin' up shit sizzlin' like cyanide
Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo, step aside, hah!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes
Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper
Young survivalist, represent the next Black Panther
Where you from, fool? (Studio Wood, 5th Ward)
Bustin' caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard
Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam
The hardest motherfucker recorded on Tascam
And when I die, please bury me a G
The fascia was, and bright flowers ain't necessary
I fantasize dead bodies in a creek
Wake up in the morning screamin' "murder" in my sleep
I'm goin' crazy, Lord have mercy
A hellraisin' thug, somebody save me
We're standing strong
So come on (So come on)
Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
We're standing strong
So come on (So come on)
Get your flow on (Get your flow on)

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