Artist: Buddha Monk f/ Casine Kelly, I-Born, Shake-A-Vel Album: Zu-Chronicles, Vol. 6: King Monk Song: We On Point Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Shake-A-Vel] We On Point Niggas, roll it down in the hood Ain't no rappers like this, from your neck of the wood Representing Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough [Casine Kelly] Cops harass me, chase it down, try'nna bag me C.D. on the corners, stay cuz I got a gun on me The big boys, locking you down, these blue coats hum on FBI, lurking around Searching for the most wanted, whoever done it Even if it ain't you, they frame a few In central booking, or Brooklyn housing, Riker's Island Crime shooting up like a job, that's why we violent Dirty getter New York, suffer trials and tribulations And they rock, O.P.N., O Press Nation Be a roll model, wanna be, but I can't Caught in the streets without a chance (Shake-A-Vel: hear the sirens and ambulance) [Shake-A-Vel] Be on my pedigree, Shake-A-Velly ghetto celebrity Been On Point since the '80's, what you telling me? Green Hornet, they call me Hornet cuz I'm Green Anytime a nigga get murdered on the scene It's strictly for the paper, that shit could kill, you know the deal I represent from Bedstuy to Brownsville Buddha Monk, O.P.N. colabo, killa connections Getting dough from Connecticut, all the way to Texas Flexing, taking over niggas sections Cross my click, make a nigga toss you quick Talk is notion, yo, son, we forcing shit It's pass time, you said the same shit, your last rhymes It don't impress me, I'm smoking Nestle with Capo and Pesci 305 Park, where the best be Straight and they rocker, since a kid I've been playing with poppers My murder one niggas do you proper I gave rules, to the militant man That chop your body up, disposing the parts, never see you again Run through your weak little team, like Black Dracula Causing a massacre, O.P.N., spectacular We hungry for blood, my whole team is nothing but thugs Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves On Point Niggas, what, what, what (Casine Kelly: It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, shit) [Chorus 2X] [I-Born] Check me in the tri-state, I erased getting weight What ya drugs for, slaughter slow, scholar brain throbs Scream wit ya toast out, style like slang hanging Out in the dope house, pop pipes wit the mouse, in the same line Hang glide, my ad-libs, and dive in the rip tide, that rip inside Box like cubicles, on street corners Mourn my last line, corner moonshine Code name is street signs, fuck you, pay me Cheddar, couple keys of the raw, whips, keys to the door A broke nigga, like splitting, son, zip guns Swiss pants, low tops, I'm a park romance, cancer Serious wit a wish, break limbs for a fifth And can't dance, two step to the rhyme Hustle, the Soul Train lines Pray fast and hate quicker, cuz a sucker blast Rock 'em to to sleep, love wit them fiends, hate me Sky, I'm the future, where clouds die wit Spacely Shut up ya MC's, circle stank breathe, flirting with death Walk on the streets, be easy, pussy Thorough thoroughbread, congrats to the I Swing a bat, hit a four five Do or die, doing drive [Buddha Monk] In the heat of the night, I grab mics or bust guns right Take a life, never think about killing a nigga twice It's the thug life, who want it, I'm nothing nice Slug a nigga right, hit him in his hat wit my twin pipes It's all out war by G.O.D., down for seven scores Wettin', for him of course, fuck it Two tears, then you duck quick My repertoire, take the money, leave you wit permanent scars I was born with nothing, and I still got nothing But until I do, the next victim might be you I come from streets, where holding the heat, ain't nothing sweet Bloody ass nightmares, and no one cares It's all good though, throw on the vest, armed wit four-four Then duck low, and make sure I'm clear of the po-po What you don't know, I'm surely headed for the back door My getaway, grab the money, then peel away Check the rear mirror, looking for that red picture But the faster we move, the image only gets dimmer Slow the fuck down, looking for house, there's no one around Stay quiet off a show, we all going down Can't have that, my black steel, ready aim and bark back Stay close, or my slugs won't tell you no Complete the mission, stay away from the white pitching That's the way we move in silence, a bad boy in violence [Chorus 2X]