The Points (D.J. U-Neek's Remix)

[DJ U-Neek:]
From the east coast followers, to the west coast riders
DJ U-Neek and Violator presents
The ghetto's top dawgs
[laughing]

[Chorus: Satasha Williams]
We're standing
Strong
So come on (So come on)
Get ya roll on

[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 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, making 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
Trying to 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

[Doodlebug:]
Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
Moshing 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 getting like a daily operation
Cenilish born, represents my young nation
And I'm facing
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 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'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 fucking final call
We started out small
Now we got a staff a nation wide
1995, how many heads are gonna fly
With that rooting
Tooting
Southside shooting
Booting any nigga who ain't trooping, with Huey Newton
Fuck disputing, 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 putting me down out here

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
And the guard S.T. is still waiting 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 getting burned from the sun
In my intersection
The guard has spoked
Sword stroking
If you think you ready for affair
One, pay ya token
On my Soul Train (Uh)
Control your brain (Uh)
Buck Town representative
Breaking 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 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!
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 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 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:]
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 dearly departed, better off

[Wish Bone:]
Living the psycho path, 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, cause, when we a done with the quickness

[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 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
Putting 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jamal]
Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rolling 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, calling 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)

[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 subtracting
They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreacting
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

[5th Ward:]
Where you from, fool
We're 5th Ward
Bust the caps, on that ass, real niggas stay hard
Sax and ass, like that man, Uncle Sam
The hardest motherfucker recorded on Past Scam
And when I die, please bury me a G
The face I was and white flowers ain't necessary
I fantasize dead bodies in a creek
Wake up in the morning, screaming "Murder in my sleep"
I'm going crazy, Lord, have mercy
Hell raising thugs, somebody save me

[Chorus x2]