THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G., BIG MIKE, BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, BUCKSHOT, BUSTA RHYMES, COOLIO, DIGABLE PLANETS, ILL AL SKRATCH, JAMAL, MENACE CLAN, REDMAN, ROCK - The Points (Easy Mo Bee Original Version) lyrics

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"For my one true"

"Our run's our rhyme"

"For my"

"One true"

"Our run's our rhyme"

I went from

Construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims

Flippin' mixtapes

To bitches, feedin' me grapes

Feed my mind state

Big Poppa flow is lethal

That weed make my ass wanna kill four people

Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range

My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars

I'll blow you when you step in the car

That's that superstar

Status apparatus

More wiz to Cassius

Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine

Roll up the whole dime

As my seats recline

I want a presidential Roley (So)

So I crush

Emcees to guacamole, makin' Robin scream, "Holy moley! "

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 yak with a pastor

So much, 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

Tryin' to 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, naw, we don't front

In fact

It's gettin' like a daily operation

Cenilish born, represents my young nation

And I'm facin'

Opposition

In every form

So my man choose Squad 7, our's is on a swarm

Like crazily

Cause it don't pay to be

A black man in the land of mental slavery

They say

"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"

True

So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you

I don't roll with no crew

That do the same ol' same

So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train

Now that's an I'll 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

Now quakes was felt

When my feet hit the ground

And fate's failed

When my heat made a sound

Now

How did I relate what's gonna fall

When my niggas made the fuckin' final call

We started out small

Now we got a staff a nation wide

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 rearrange the game

Blow 'em out the frame

With new ideas

We's about the game, lyrics puttin' me down out here

"For my one true"

"Our run's our rhyme"

"For my one true"

"Our run's our rhyme"

"For my one true"

"For my one true"

"For my"

"One true"

"Our run's our rhymes"

I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side

And the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride

So I

Stepped to the DJ and told the DJ, "Yo

Throw the wax on"

How many emcees must get dissed (Dissed)

The mist from the blunt's smoke

Decides who's next on my list

Can you feel the hiss

From the snake, move in my direction

No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun

In my intersection

The guard has spoked

Sword strokin'

If you think you ready for affair

One, pay ya token

On my Soul Train (Uh)

Control your brain (Uh)

Buck Town representative

Breakin' down, like a ki of cocaine

Straight from the lab

And I still elevate past

The snakes and the crabs

Fuck it (Boot Camp Click)

It's that Funkadelic

Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it

Fuck the best, niggas better start puttin' on helmets

I roam the streets, where there's no peace, relax

Funk, comin' in stacks

Bullets, hummin' from gats

So I duck

Lyrical, BUCK BUCK, get stuck

I'm jammin' like Smuckers, for all you motherfuckers

That cause the raucous

Then I fix a few stitches

BLADOW!

Blast my style pack like Luke bitches

I foward, foward, 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 bitch (Uh!)

All y'all niggas suck my balls one time

While I unwind, I'm bustin' your ass, counterclockwise

I get Dumb

But Dumber, why your vision blurred

For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers

Aiyyo

Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag

Let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag)

It's the low down and I'm low-key

The O.G

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 you women do

All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride

That's just the rock to clear from the glide

Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear

Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear (Yeah)

Creep around, grown on the down low, let off

The ground slow, subtle

And leave you in a puddle

So I breaker-breaker 1-9

Cause 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

I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped

I grabs the mic and I do what the fuck I want

I outlast an ig'nant, white out Philly, you're a Dutch

Master

Raw like a natural disaster

As I

Crack ya

Ass like

Cheap

Blaster, I might bash ya

While my tongue lash ya

When the Rock cruise, I crash ya

Leave ya like a car wreck

Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech

And I slash ya

After, I'm sure that you're ghost

I go see my bro with the 'fro and we toast

So the punks pawn a planet, plus every single fool

Cause without all of y'all, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't groove

What we do

Puttin' your shit to the pave, ending 'em meeting the gauge

Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin', nothin' phased

Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses

Put 'em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off

Livin' the psycho path, so I'm down with a buck and a blast, and gettin' my chance

You niggas are fearin' my sawed-off

Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast

So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packin' your shit, you bitch

Not that it makes a difference, cause, when we a done with the quickness

Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once a

Gain, enough, to pick a

Defender, they try to contend us, see, all they gon' win is that Mack

10

There's never another to go with a brother, I smother a sucker and go undercover

Creep with the street

Sweeper

Better R.I.P., and pray

The bullet don't put in much work

But I'm a sure, with, 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

"For my one true"

"Our run's our rhyme"

"For my one"

"One"

"One true"

"For my one true"

"Our run"

"Our run"

"Run's"

"Our rhyme"

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

Everytime we come, we come hard

The undisputed truth is that the black man is God

Now everytime, I turn around, my people start subtractin'

They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreactin'

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 shit sizzling like cyanide

Watch me go inside

Please give me room, yo step aside

Ha

Those who commit the ultimate crimes

Bitches run around like snitches, out there dropping dimes

Get your shit drawers up out my hammer

Young survivalist

Represent the next Black Panther

I hang with blacks and you hang with whites

I pack a nine and I don't like fights

I'm from the deepest

Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A

I jack for jewels

Watch when you bail, it's right across the streets

From hell, and no one want to repent

Went to the liqour store

Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year

Now, tell me, if you was there

Would you be down

When them black boys beat

Reginold Deny to the ground?

Now, I would've be, before I died, I

Decided for the buck of it

I tried to rap a rocks for life

People

They said, "Change that shit"

This is west coast Rap-A-Lot

I stroll to Houston

Astro's hat a lot

I sock

A punk, fool, hit me up

I run the west and I'm up

That's suppossin' my cause

What's the difference between this and hell, but vasoline drawers

I live a sick lifestyle

My profile, souls of Menace

Handlin' Bennettes

To the finish

If this is

Cause for action, my people turning to hold a strap, man

I don't give a damn, South Central, and

Lookin' out for the black man, strugglin' with my brother, man

Roll with the clan

Boker's Rock to Tazkan

It's us against the man and I'm a damn get shot

They'll have to put in the jail cause I ain't goin' for the pot

Turn the pigwigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop

I got a hood I die for

Been organized since '64, man

Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre

Rollin' on Crews/cruise like Pharellies on Acura's

If you don't believe my steez is real

You can check the emptiness of my glock nine mil

It don't matter which way you come

I still be the nigga, callin' shots with the gun

I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run

None (Uh)

Is about to fuck with the sun

Mally G

I never kick a rhyme for free

Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. (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 full of schemes

'95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah)

It don't stop (Uh)

What the fuck

Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop

Know what I mean