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The Points (Easy Mo Bee Original Version)

Buckshot

Letra

    [The Notorious B.I.G.:]
    Uh
    Uh

    [Easy Mo Bee:]
    [scratching]
    "For my one true"
    "Our run's our rhyme"
    [scratching]
    "For my"
    "One true"
    "Our run's our rhyme"

    [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
    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

    [Coolio:]
    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

    [Doodlebug:]
    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

    [Big Mike:]
    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

    [Break 1: Easy Mo Bee]
    [scratching]
    "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"

    [Verse 2: Buckshot]
    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)

    [Redman:]
    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

    [I'll Al Skratch:]
    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

    [Rock:]
    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

    [Layzie Bone:]
    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

    [Wish Bone:]
    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

    [Krayzie Bone:]
    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
    [? ] nickel'll lick it all off, but who was the sucker that screaming the murder

    [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 popos, Bone, Bone
    Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up

    [Break 2: Easy Mo Bee]
    [scratching]
    "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"

    [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 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

    [Dee:]
    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

    [Assassin:]
    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:]
    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


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