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Busta Rhymes

"Tha Points- DJ DJ U-Neek Remix"

(Intro) [Violator]
From the eastcoast ballers to the westcoast riders, DJ U-Neek and Violator presents, the ghetto's top dogs. Ha ha ha...

(Chorus) [Shatasha]
We're standing strong so come on, so come on, get your flow on, get your flow on

[The Notorious B.I.G]
I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes
To bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep 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 (Uh huh)
My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus
More wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga)
I want a presidential Roley (So?)
So I crush MC's to guacamole makin' Robin scream "Holy Moley" Big Poppa, fuck the cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer

I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own 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 tryin' to fight me, Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself, Some take the right and some take the lefts way, But low and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance

When I traveled the land like my man in Kung Fu moshin' up this hip hop scene with my Digable crew, Now you and I 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' oposition in every form so my man choose squad's like seven arms is on the squad, Livin' crazily cause it don't pay to be a black man in the land of mental slavery, They say cash rules everything around me, so what I gotta do to be as lavish as you? I don't roll with no crews that do the same ol' same's so I travel the seventh plain by the way of coal train, And that's an ill though, niggas get caught in my wisdom because the number seven'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, Different stages, way back in '88t, Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake, My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground, And fate is fair
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 smilin' now they got us definition whilin', Ninety Ninety Five, how many heads are gonna fly with that rootin' tootin' southside shootin', Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin' with Huey Newton, Fuck his people and when it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, 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

I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed? The mist from the blunts smoke decides who's next on me list, Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin' my direction? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from the sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token, On my soul train, control your brain, Buck Town representative break it down like a key of cocaine, Drink from the lab and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?)

Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on helmets, I rome the streets where there's no peace, relax, Funk comin' in stacks, bullets 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! Blast my style back like you bitches, I forward forward with high punches, Spit the flame like Lui Kang, Burning your membranes when the wind change, Mad explicit when spittin' my scriptures, Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch, All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred? For all the Losers

[Menace Clan]
Hey yo, mayday mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) Yeah, it's the low down and I'm the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it easy like Moby, The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal, On the subliminal (Niggas) watch what your women do, All the bitches wanna know why the frames I (ride) Thats just the Glock, that glare from the (glide) Bear witness (To my mental fitness, no fear) Precaution (may be) to severe (for your ear) Yeah, Creep around, grow on the down low, Let of a round slow (Suddle) And leave you in the puddle (So uh, breaker breaker one nine) Course
It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine, It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that

[Helter Skelter]
Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped, I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want, I loud blast in the cut, white out philly, your a dutch master, Roll like a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like a carwreck, Then I give you the tribute to the Rippa Tech, And I slash ya, afta, I'm so glad your dopped, I go see my fro, with the fro when we toast, So all the punks in the partner planet, Plus every single fool, cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter roll with we do

[Layzie Bone]
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 thugsta brothers ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off then

[Wish Bone]
Been labeled a pyschopath, Fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance You niggas is 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

[Krayzie Bone]
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again
And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend
But see all they be win is that Mack 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 then who was the sucka that squealed on the murder?

[Bizzy Bone]
Me creapin' with a street sweaper
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 Tech I stepped up, runnin wit' a buck
Po-Po's won't let a me duck, Lil' B your 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

Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre, Rollin' on Crews 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, 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, 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, What the fuck, Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop, Know what I mean

[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-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it, Right before you lose it, I'm'a hit you with my music, I'm fightin' up sheisters who lay with my 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 droppin' dimes, Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther

[5th Ward]
Wake you up fools, (Studio Wood, Fifth Ward) Bustin' caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard, Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam, the hardest motherfucker recorded on Past Scam, And when I die, please bury me a G, The fascia, 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

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