The Points (Ft. Big Mike, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Buckshot, Busta Rhymes, Coolio, Ill Al Skratch & Redman)
[Intro: 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 Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding 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 wins than Cassius Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline I want a presidential Roley (So) So I crush MCs 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 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 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 1: Easy Mo Bee "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"
(Verse 2) [Redman] It's that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it Fuck the vest, niggas better start putting on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats So I duck, lyrical BUCK BUCK, get stuck I'm jamming like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers That cause the raucous, then I fix a few stitches BLADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches I forward, forward, 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 busting your ass, counterclockwise I get Dumb but Dumber, why your vision blurred For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
[Ill Al Skratch] Aiyyo, Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag Let the pants sag, fuck the 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 with stakes
[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 Now 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
Hook: Ill Al Skratch 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
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