Heavy D And The Boyz - On Point Lyrics

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Yeah yeah Eightball the Fat Mack in the house

You know what I'm talking about

Space Age representing

You know what I'm talking about

Big Pun up in here you know what I'm talking about

Heavy D Fat Mack we gonna do this

You know what I'm talking about

Sure poor blower this how we do Heavy D set it up

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 N E Y bubble like no any

Diamond lipped crucifix seducing chicks

Selective whips consecutive hits

I break sun with Pun crew hall with Ball

Screw all of y'all we the big shots

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?

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

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I'm on point Pun

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You on point Heavy

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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

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

I'm on point what?

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

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I'm on point Pun

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You on point Heavy

I'm on point Pun

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It's me BP

From the middle of Little Italy

With Eightball and Heavy

Diddly diddly diddly dee

It's 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

No time for them chicks

They be tryin' to resist every time I insist

They submit bitch don't be lying on my prick

I'm too quick for your lies and deception

Would you rise in my direction?

If you strive for perfection

And just watch the pro but it's like a chore

You gotta cap and go feelin' for more

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

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

I'm on point what?

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

I'm on point what?

You on point Hev

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

I'm on point what?

You on point Heavy

I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball

I'm on point what?

I'm on point Pun

I'm on point what?

I'm on point Pun

I'm on point what?

I'm on point Pun

I'm on point what?

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