Notorious B.I.G. - The points

[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 wanna make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars Lock on you when you step in the car Lock-whole 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 9Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer[Coolio]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 andstart 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 left But lo and behold, what do I see?In the distance, some resistance[Chorus][Redman]It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckersthat cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change Mad explicit was lifted, my scripturesleavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur For all the loooos-errssss[Ill Al Skratch]Aiyyo mayday, mayday Raise the white flag, let the pants sag Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag It's low down and I'm low-key Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)So take it easy, let's dance[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 eighty-eight 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 fallwhen my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?[??]It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that[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'ma hit you with my music I'm fightin up sheisters (?) 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 tossed by my hammer, the survivalist Represent the next black man[Buckshot]I stepped 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 DJYo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]Puttin your shit to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge Live in the land of real crazed days Gotta blaze amazin up in it but it takes Bone My deadly thugged up brothers rugged never did take no losses Put 'em all in a coffin, get chilly, (?) better call him Flippin a psycho-path When I'm not buckin I'm blastin, takin my chances Niggaz is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blast You thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they shitand they too busy to make friends Cause when we get done with them thugs then no remains These bones these bones are thuggin whassup an These niggaz are heated defeated every single it is We bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off and We building a single armyand liquor an singers we killin we thrillin an pillinscibby dip hib dabreak bread an killin the trifehittin the fast bitchbut you can tell me we thank the lordwe livin to armageddonan gettin some medalsand no bitches jus snitches we thank the lord..