Artist: The Notorious B.I.G., Coolio, Redman, Ill Al Skratch,
        Big Mike, Busta Rhymes, Buckshot, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album:  Panther Soundtrack
Song:   The Points
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

Break 1: Easy Mo Bee
"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"

(Verse 2)
[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!
Plus 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 the 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 with stakes

[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

Hook: Ill Al Skratch
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

Break 2: Easy Mo Bee
"For my one true"
"Our run's our rhyme"
"For my one"
{*scratching*}
"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

[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

[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