The Points (Easy Mo Bee Mix)

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

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[Easy Mo Bee]

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"Go for mine, and run down the line"

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"Go for mine, and run down the line"

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

I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims

Flippin' mixtapes, to bitches feedin' me grapes (Uh)

Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal (Uh-huh)

That weed make my ass wanna kill four people

Fuck the game (Uh), gimme the dame and the Range (Uh-huh)

My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars (Uh)

Blindfold you when you step in the car

That's that superstar status apparatus (uh-huh, uh), more wins than Cassius

Cease roll the hash in the pocket with the .9

Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline (Nigga)

I want a presidential Rollie (So?)

So I crush MC's to guacamole, makin' Robin scream "Holy Moly!"

Big Poppa, fuck a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader

Playin' SEGA in the wide body Blazer

[Verse 2: Coolio]

I shot dice with a preacher and drank Yak with a pastor

So it's me, myself and I know, my own Lord and Master

When your ass was born it was all on the loan, 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 tryna 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

[Verse 3: Doodlebug from Digable Planets]

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, nah, we don't front

In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation

See, knowledge 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 (Word)

They say "Cash Rules Everything Around Me", true

So what I gotta do to be as lavish as you?

I don't roll with no crew that do the same ol' same

So I travel the 7th Plane, by way of Coltrane

Now that's an ill thought, niggas get caught, in my wisdom

Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm

[Verse 4: 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 will stomp the head of a snake

My quake was felt, when my feet hit the ground

And fakes fell, when my heat made a sound

Now, how the non-believers gonna fall?

When my niggas make the fuckin' final call

We started out small, now we got 'em steppin' nationwide

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 re-arrange the game?

Blow 'em out the frame with new ideas

We's about to gain leverage puttin' it down out here

[Break 1: Easy Mo Bee]

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

[Verse 5: Buckshot from Boot Camp Clik]

I step 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" (Uh)

How many MC's must get dissed? (Dissed)

The mist from the blunt smoke decides who's next on my list

Can you feel the hiss? From the snakes, move in my direction

No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun in my intersection (Uh)

The God has spoken, sword strokin'

If you think you ready for fair one, pay ya token

On my Soul Train (Uh), control your brain (Uh)

Bucktown representative break 'em down (break 'em down) like a ki of cocaine (Uh)

Straight from the lab (Buck style), and I still elevate

Past the snakes and the crabs, fuck it (Boot Camp Clik)

[Verse 6: Redman]

Uh, it's that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spot, inhale it

Fuck the vest, 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 caused the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches

Badow! 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

Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of the Crypt bitch

All y'all niggas suck my balls one time

While I unwind, I'm bustin' your ass counter-clockwise

I get dumb but dumber while your vision blurred

For all the loo-hoo-seh-hers

[Verse 7: Ill Al Skratch]

Ayo, mayday, mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag

Fuck a drag (I'ma puff the whole bag)

Yeah, it's the low down and I'm low-key, the O.G

Niggas know me, so take it easy like Mo Bee

The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal

On the subliminal, (niggas) watch what yo' women do

All the bitches wanna know why the frames I rock

That's just the rock to clear from the Glock

Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear (No fear)

Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear (Yeah)

Creep around, bro, on the down low, let off a round slow

Subtle, and leave you in a puddle

So for the breaker-breaker 1-9

[Bridge: Ill Al Skratch]

Plus it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine

It's like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that

[Verse 8: Rock from Heltah Skeltah]

Ayo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped

I grabs the mic and I do's what the fuck I want (Uh-huh)

I'll outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly, or 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 rolls I crash ya

Leave ya like a car wreck

Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tek and I slash ya

After, I'm sure that you ghost (Uh)

I go see my bro with the 'fro when we toast (What up?)

All the punks pon the planet, plus every single fool

'Cause without all of y'all, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't prove what we do

[Verse 9: Layzie Bone from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]

Puttin' your shit to tha pave, endin' up meetin' the gauge

Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazed

But it never phased Bone

My deadly pistol brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses

Put 'em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off

[Verse 10: Wish Bone from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]

Been labeled a psychopath, fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance

You niggas who fearin' my sawed-off, put me to rest, so fast to blast

So if you thinkin' of kickin' it, you best be packin' your shit, you bitch

Not that it makes a difference, 'cause I'm moving you down with the quickness

[Verse 11: Krayzie Bone from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]

Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again

And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend but see what they win is that MAC-10

There's never another to go with a brother, I'll smother a sucker

And go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters, they claim to get down

But come through with the sucka that squealed on the murder?

[Verse 12: Bizzy Bone from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]

Creep with the street sweeper

When I reap I pray the bullet'll put in much work

Put in much dirt, wet shirt, puttin' the bullet just where it hurts and, um...

Wit' a me TEC I stepped up, runnin wit' a buck

Po-po's won't let a me duck, gonna be a set up, wet up

Get 'em when I get 'em, Bone don't let up

[Break 2: Easy Mo Bee]

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

"Go for mine, and run down the line"

[Verse 13: 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-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it

Right before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my music

I'm frying up shit sizzling like cyanide

Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo, step aside, hah

Those who commit the ultimate crimes

Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes

Get yo' shit tossed up out my hamper

Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther

[Verse 14: Dee of Menace Clan]

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, LA

I jack for jewels, watch when you bail, it's right across the streets

From hell, when no one want to repent, went to the liquor 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, Reginald Denny to the ground?

Now, I would've been before a dollar, I'll sign you for the buck of it

I tried to rap for rocks, some white people, they said, "Change that shit"

This is West Coast, Rap-a-Lot

I stroll to Houston Astros hat a lot

I sock, a punk, for hittin' me up

[Verse 15: Assassin of Menace Clan]

I run the West up and up, that suppose in my cause

What's the difference between this and hell, but gasoline drawers?

I live the sick lifestyle, my profile shows a menace

Handlin' bidness, to the finish

If this is cause for action, my people tell me 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, [?] Rock to Tuscan

It's us against the man and I'ma damn get shot

They'll have to put in the jail 'cause I ain't goin' for the pot

Turn the pig wigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop

I got a hood I die for, been organized since '64, nigga

[Verse 16: Jamal]

Ayo, the Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre

Rollin' on crews like Pirellis on Acuras

If you don't believe my steez is real

You can check the emptiness of my Glock .9 mil' (Blaow)

It don't matter which way you come

I still be the nigga callin' shots with the gun (Huh)

I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run (Run!)

None (Uh), is about to fuck with the son

Mally G, I never kick a rhyme for free

Function rap skills, I come live like TV (Word up)

For all of y'all, I come across to be real

With super shit like Fall Guy

And lines that make them all die

Infrared beams, mind's full of schemes

'95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah)

It don't stop (Know I mean? Uh), what the fuck?

Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop

You know I mean?