Artist: The Notorious B.I.G., Coolio, Doodlebug (Digable Plants), Big Mike, Buckshot, Redman, Ill Al Skratch, Rock (Heltah Skeltah), Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Busta Rhymes, Menace Clan, Jamal Album: The Points 12" Song: The Points (Easy Mo Bee Original Version) Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh Uh [Easy Mo Bee] {*scratching*} "For my one true" "Our run's our rhyme" {*scratching*} "For my" "One true" "Our run's our rhyme" (Verse 1) [The Notorious B.I.G.] I went from Construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims Flippin' mixtapes To bitches, feedin' 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, makin' 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 Tryin' to 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 [Doodlebug] 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, naw, we don't front In fact It's gettin' like a daily operation Cenilish 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 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 ill thought Niggas get caught In my wisdom Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm [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 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 fuckin' final call We started out small Now we got a staff a nation wide 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 rearrange the game Blow 'em out the frame With new ideas We's about the game, lyrics puttin' me down out here Break 1: Easy Mo Bee {*scratching*} "For my one true" "Our run's our rhyme" "For my one true" "Our run's our rhyme" "For my one true" "For my one true" "For my" "One true" "Our run's our rhymes" (Verse 2) [Buckshot] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side And the guard S.T. is still waitin' 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 gettin' burned from the sun In my intersection The guard has spoked Sword strokin' If you think you ready for affair One, pay ya token On my Soul Train (Uh) Control your brain (Uh) Buck Town representative Breakin' 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 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 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 bustin' 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] Puttin' your shit to the pave, ending 'em meeting the gauge Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin', nothin' 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] Livin' the psycho path, so I'm down with a buck and a blast, and gettin' my chance You niggas are fearin' my sawed-off Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packin' your shit, you bitch Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness [Krayzie Bone] Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' 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, wit, shot Puttin' 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 Break 2: Easy Mo Bee {*scratching*} "For my one true" "Our run's our rhyme" "For my one" "One" "One true" "For my one true" "Our run" "Our run" "Run's" "Our rhyme" (Verse 3) [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, 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 [Dee] 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, L.A I jack for jewels Watch when you bail, it's right across the streets From hell, and no one want to repent Went to the liqour 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 Reginold Deny to the ground? Now, I would've be, before I died, I Decided for the buck of it I tried to rap a rocks for life People They said, "Change that shit" This is west coast Rap-A-Lot I stroll to Houston Astro's hat a lot I sock A punk, fool, hit me up [Assassin] I run the west and I'm up That's suppossin' my cause What's the difference between this and hell, but vasoline drawers I live a sick lifestyle My profile, souls of Menace Handlin' Bennettes To the finish If this is Cause for action, my people turning 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 Boker's Rock to Tazkan It's us against the man and I'm a damn get shot They'll have to put in the jail cause I ain't goin' for the pot Turn the pigwigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop I got a hood I die for Been organized since '64, man [Jamal] Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre Rollin' 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, callin' 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) It don't stop (Uh) What the fuck Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop Know what I mean