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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "The Points"

[Notorious B.I.G:]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to (*##$es feedin me grapes

Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my $$# wanna kill four people
$#&@ the game, gimme the chain and the Range

My ^!$$%z up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car

That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline

I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"
Big Poppa, $#&@ a cape I'm that Paper Crusader

Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer

[Coolio:]

I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your $$# was born it was all on the own 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, ^!$$%

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, tryin to fight me
Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left

But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance


[Chorus]

[Redman:]

It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it
$#&@ the vest ^!$$%z better start puttin on helmets
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax

Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you mother$#&@ers

That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches
BLA-DOW! Plus my style @@#! like new (*##$es
I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang

Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change
Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures
Leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ (*##$

Uhh! All y'all ^!$$%z suck my balls one time
While I unwind I'm bustin yo' $$# counter-clockwise
I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur

For all the loooos-errssss

[Ill Al Skratch:]

Aiyyo mayday, mayday
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
$#&@ the drag, I'm a puff a whole bag

It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. ^!$$%z know me (true)
So take it easy, let's dance


[Mike:]
It ain't surprisin, these mother$#&@ers still hatin

They must don't know, I ain't that ^!$$% to be played with
Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
Bet a ^!$$% like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake

My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall

When my ^!$$%z made the $#&@in "Final Call"?

[? :]

It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that


[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 %#@! then they wonder why we start overreactin

Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music
I'm fightin up sheisters [? ] with my cyanide
Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes

(*##$es run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' %#@! tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next black man

[Buckshot:]

I stepped 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 - how many MC's must get dead?

[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]

Puttin your %#@! to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge
Live in the land of real crazed days
Gotta blaze amazin up in it but it takes Bone
My deadly thugged up brothers rugged never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, get chilly, [? ] better call him

Flippin a psycho-path

When I'm not buckin I'm blastin, takin my chances
^!$$%z is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blast
You thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they %#@!
And they too busy to make friends
Cause when we get done with them thugs then no remains
These bones these bones are thuggin whassup an
These ^!$$%z are heated defeated every single it is

We bustin them mack 10's, these %#@! never ends sawed off and
We building a single army
And liquor an singers we killin we thrillin an pillin

Scibby dip hib da
Break bread an killin the trife
Hittin the fast (*##$

But you can tell me we thank the lord
We livin to armageddon
An gettin some medals
And no (*##$es jus snitches we thank the lord.

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