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"The Points (U-Neek's Points)" is a track by DJ U-Neek, from the album The Points, released 15th April 1995. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Violator] From the East Coast ballers to the West Coast riders DJ U-Neek and Violator presents The ghetto's top dogs Hahahahahahahahahaha [Chorus: Shatasha] We're standing strong So come on (So come on) Get your flow on (Get your flow on) [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 That weed make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the dame (uh) 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 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 travel 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, ours is on the 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 the way of Coltrane And that's an ill thought, niggas get caught in my wisdom Because the number seven's like the master of a rhythm, uh [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'll stomp the head of a snake My quakes was felt, when my feet hit the ground And fakes fell when my heat made a sound Now, how them 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 the gang lyrics, puttin' it down out here [Chorus: Shatasha] We're standing strong So come on (So come on) Get your flow on (Get your flow on) [Verse 5: Buckshot from Black Moon] 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 snake move in my direction? No U-turn, you're gettin' burned from the sun in my intersection (Uh) The God has spoken, sword strokin' If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token On my Soul Train (uh), control your brain (Uh) Buck Town representative break it down (break it down) like a key of cocaine (Uh) Straight from the lab And I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs Fuck it (Boot Camp Clik) [Verse 6: Redman] Huh, it's that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it (Uh) Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin' on helmets (Uh) I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk comin' in stacks, bullets hummin' from gats (Uh) So I duck, buck, lyrical buck, buck, get stuck I'm jammin' like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers That caused the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches Bladow! Blast my style pack like Luke bitches I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame (Ahh!) Like Liu Kang burning your membranes when the wind change Mad explicit when splifted (uh), my scriptures Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch (Uh, bah!) All y'all niggas suck my balls one time While I unwind (uh), now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise I get dumb (uh), but dumber (uh), while your vision blurred For all the loo-hoozerrs [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 (true), 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 ride (Ride) That's just the Glock, that glare from the glide (Glide) Bear witness, to my mental fitness, no fear (No fear) Precaution, may be 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 break-break o' 1-9 'Plus it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that [Verse 8: Rock of 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 I'll outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly, or a Dutch Master Raw like a natural disaster As I, crack ya, ass like, cheap plaster 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 Tech And I slash ya, after I'm sure that you're ghost (Uh) I go see my bro with the 'fro and we toast (What up?) All the punks 'pon the planet, plus every single fool 'Cause without all of 'yall, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't rule And 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 they never did phase 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 mowing 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 murda? [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 umm.. 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 [Chorus: Shatasha] We're standing strong So come on (So come on) Get your flow on (Get your flow on) [Verse 13: Jamal] Ayo, 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, Is about to fuck with the sun 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 to make them all die Infrared beams, mind's full of schemes '95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah) [Verse 14: 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, every time we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now every time 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 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 droppin' dimes Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther [Verse 15: 5th Ward] Where you from, fool? (Studio Wood, 5tth Ward) Bustin' caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam The hardest motherfucker recorded on Tascam And when I die, please bury me a G The fascia was, and bright flowers ain't necessary I fantasize dead bodies in a creek Wake up in the morning screamin' "murder" in my sleep I'm goin' crazy, Lord have mercy A hellraisin' thug, somebody save me [Chorus: Shatasha] We're standing strong So come on (So come on) Get your flow on (Get your flow on) We're standing strong So come on (So come on) Get your flow on (Get your flow on)
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