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Heavy D - On Point lyrics
featuring Big Punisher Eighball [Eightball] Yeah Yeah (Heavy D: Uh huh) Eightball the fat mack in the house you know what I'm talking about (Heavy D: Big Shots) Space Age representing you know what I'm talking about (Heavy D: You feel this?) Big Pun up in here you know what I'm talking about (Heavy D: Uh) Heavy D (Heavy D: Eightball is you ready my nigga) Fat Mack (Heavy D: Big Pun is you ready my nigga) We gonna do this you know what I'm talking about Sure, poor, bloor, this how we do (Heavy D: Hev Digga born ready my nigga) Heavy D, set it up [Heavy D] Big Gentlemen Asshole full of Benjamins New millenium New Bentley then, a sort addition Gorgeous women Swimming in 'em Cinnamon with denim Diva pigeons Peep the glissin' Y'all don't listen See what you missin' Diggy, double shot a henny All about the ammo NeY Bubble like no any Diamond lipped Crucifixe Seducing chicks Selective whips Consecutive hits I break sun with Pun Crew hall with Ball Screw all of y'all We the bigshots Heavy rotation Every location Smoke stogies with roadies on the corner in front of Bodega's World famous You gon' love us or hate us You the type that'd scuff up my gators Because of my papers Been about my glitter So you killin my jaw DAMN can't a nigga live homeboy? [Chorus]x4 [Big Punisher] You on point Hev(Heavy on 4th repeat) [Heavy D] I'm on point Pun You on point Ball [Eightball] I'm on point what [Eightball] Days and days Blazing green shades Of sticky haze Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo Keep my jewelry froze Like my name's Sub Zero Pimp 'till I'm gone thug living ain't new to me Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night Slab riders, chrome twinkies Smokin' sticky Iced pinky With some styles flipping with me Memphis, let me break it down for you pal Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style [Chorus]x4 [Big Punisher] It's me, BP From the middle of little Italy With Eightball and Heavy Diddly diddly diddly dee Its no surprise How we pulverize All you smaller guys Fronting that you live but we oversize Holding knives to you neck All my nines and my techs Shine on but get strive for the best Take time to perfect Every rhyme that I kick I should get a sign on my dick "I don't got time for them chicks" They be tryin' to resist Everytime I insist They submit Bitch don't be lying on my prick I'm too quick for your lies and deception Hold your eyes in my direction If you strive for perfection Just watch the pro But its like a chore You gotta cap and go Feel the most Catch me next time I gotta rock a show Gots to go I'll be back and some other fat chick Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit [Chorus] to fade out |
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