The Points

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & EPMD] Uh, uh, uh, uh Go for mine, and run down the line 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 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-huh) Blindfold you when you step in the car That's that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline (Nigga) I want a presidential Rollie (So?) So I crush MC's to guacamole, making Robin scream, "Holy moley!" Big Poppa, fuck 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 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 [Break: EPMD] Go for mine, and run down the line Go for mine, and run down the line [Verse 3: Redman] It's that Funkadelic, Funk Doctor Spock (uh), inhale it (Huh) 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 So I duck, buck, lyrical BUCK, BUCK, get stuck I'm jamming like Smuckers 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 [Verse 4: Ill Al Skratch] 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 O.G Niggas know me (True), so take it easy with stakes [Verse 5: Big Mike] 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 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 niggas made the fucking final call [Chorus: Ill Al Skratch] 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 [Break: EPMD] Go for mine, and run down the line Go for mine, and run down the line Go for mine, and run down the line [Verse 6: 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 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 [Verse 7: Buckshot] 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"? [Verse 8: Layzie Bone] Putting your shit 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're dearly departed, better off [Verse 9: Wish Bone] Been labeled a psychopath so I'm down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance You niggas 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 shit, you bitch Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness [Verse 10: 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' suckas been gon' undercover We leave em in gutters, ain't gonna get caught, but who was the sucker that squealed on a murda? [Verse 11: 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, with, shot Puttin' the bullets just where it hurts, and um With a me tech'll slip up one on the po-pos, Bone, Bone Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up Get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up