Notorious B.I.G.: The points

[Notorious B.I.G]I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rimsFlippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapesPeep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethalThat weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four peopleFuck the game, gimme the chain and the RangeMy niggaz up to par, drop-top JaguarsLock on you when you step in the carLock-whole you when you step in the carThat's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than CassiusCease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9Roll up the whole dime, as my seats reclineI want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamoleMakin Robin scream, "holy moley"Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper CrusaderPlayin Sega in the wide body Blazer[Coolio]I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastorSo I see myself and I know, my own lord and masterWhen your ass was born it was all on the own andWhen it's time to die you'll be all alone soOpen up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone andstart takin care of your own, niggaEverybody's schemin with the nature of a sinnerSo I look inside myself to gather strength from the innerI gots to fight back against the powers that beCause the powers that be be, tryin to fight meStandin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myselfSome take the right and, some take the leftBut lo and behold, what do I see?In the distance, some resistance[Chorus][Redman]It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale itFuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmetsI roam the streets where there's no peace, relaxFunk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gatsSo I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuckI'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckersthat cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitchesBLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitchesI roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu KangBurnin yo' membranes, when the wind changeMad explicit was lifted, my scripturesleavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitchUhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one timeWhile I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwiseI get dumb, and dumber while your vision blurFor all the loooos-errssss[Ill Al Skratch]Aiyyo mayday, maydayRaise the white flag, let the pants sagFuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bagIt's low down and I'm low-keyNow O.G. niggaz know me (true)So take it easy, let's dance[Mike]It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatinThey must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played withDifferent stages, way back in eighty-eightBet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snakeMy voice was felt, when my feet hit the groundAnd fate is fair, when my heat made a soundNow, how did I relate what's gonna fallwhen my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?[??]It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshineIt's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yeaYea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that[Busta Rhymes]Hey YOU - don't you dare give me no type of argumentAll these devils are mad because we be the most dominantHey, hit you with fatness, represent my blacknessRun up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happinessYou better believe everytime we come, we come hardThe undisputed truth is that the black man is GodNow everytime I turn around my people start subtractinThey cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactinHey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose itRight before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my musicI'm fightin up sheisters (?) with my cyanideWatch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!Those who commit the ultimate crimesBitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimesGet yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalistRepresent the next black man[Buckshot]I stepped in the jam with the God on my sideAnd the God S.T. is still waitin in the rideSo 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 gaugeLive in the land of real crazed daysGotta blaze amazin up in it but it takes BoneMy deadly thugged up brothers rugged never did take no lossesPut 'em all in a coffin, get chilly, (?) better call himFlippin a psycho-pathWhen I'm not buckin I'm blastin, takin my chancesNiggaz is fearin my sawed off, put me to rest, the last to blastYou thinkin they gainin too bad they bangin they shitand they too busy to make friendsCause when we get done with them thugs then no remainsThese bones these bones are thuggin whassup anThese niggaz are heated defeated every single it isWe bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off andWe 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..