Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Points lyrics

(feat. Buckshot, Busta Rhymes, Coolio)

[Notorious B.I.G]

I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims

Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes

Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal

That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people

Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range

My niggaz 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, fuck 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 ass 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, nigga

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

Fuck the vest niggaz 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 motherfuckers

that cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches

BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches

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+ bitch

Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time

While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass 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

Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag

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

Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)

So take it easy, let's dance

[Mike]

It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin

They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with

Different stages, way back in eighty-eight

Bet a nigga 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 niggaz made the fuckin "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 shit then they wonder why we start overreactin

Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it

Right before you lose it, I'ma 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

Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes

Get yo' shit 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 shit 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

Niggaz is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blast

You thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they shit

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 niggaz are heated defeated every single it is

We bustin them mack 10's, these shit 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 bitch

but you can tell me we thank the lord

we livin to armageddon

an gettin some medals

and no bitches jus snitches we thank the lord.