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the points - black men united lyrics

[intro: easy mo bee]
{-scratching-}
“go for mine, and run down the line”
{-scratching-}
“go for mine, and run down the line”

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
i went from construction timbs to ac’s with rims
flipping mixtapes to b-tches feeding me grapes
peep my mind state, big poppa flow is lethal
that weed make my -ss wanna k!ll four people
f-ck the game, gimme the dame and the range
my n-ggas up to p-wn drop-top jaguars
blindfold you when you step in the car
that’s that superstar status apparatus, more wins than c-ssius
cease roll the hash, it’s in the pocket with the nine
roll up the whole dime as my seats recline
i want a presidential rollie (so)
so i crush mcs to guacamole, making robin scream, “holy moley!”
big poppa, f-ck a cape, i’m that paper crusader
playing sega in the wide body blazer

[verse 2: coolio]
i shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
so it’s me, myself and i know, my own lord and master
when your -ss was born, it was all on the lone, and
when it’s time to die, you’ll be all alone, so
open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
start taking care of your own, n-gga
everybody’s human 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 tryna fight me
standing at the crossroads but i wasn’t by myself
some take the right and some take the lefts, but
lo and behold what do i see
in the distance? some resistance

[break 1: easy mo bee]
{-scratching-}
“go for mine, and run down the line”
{-scratching-}
“go for mine, and run down the line”

[verse 3: redman]
it’s that funkadelic funk doctor spock, inhale it
f-ck the vest, n-ggas better start putting on helmets
i roam the streets where there’s no peace, relax
funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats
so i duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck
i’m jamming like smuckers for all you motherf-ckers
that cause the ruckus, then i fix a few st-tches
bladow! plus my style pack like luke b-tches
i forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame
like liu kang, burning your membranes when the wind change
mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures
leaving your mic boney like that tales of the crypt b-tch (uh!)
all y’all n-ggas suck my b-lls one time
while i unwind, i’m busting your -ss, counterclockwise
i get dumb but dumber, why your vision blurred
for all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers

[verse 4: ill al skratch]
ayo, mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
let the pants sag, f-ck the drag (i’m a puff the whole bag)
it’s the low down and i’m low-key, the o.g
n-ggas know me (true) so take it easy with stakes

[verse 5: big mike]
it ain’t surprising these motherf-ckers still hating
they must don’t know i ain’t that n-gga to be played with
it’s been stated way back in ’88
that a n-gga like mike will stomp the head of a snake
now quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground
and fate is fatal when my heat made a sound
now, how did i relate what’s gonna fall
when my n-ggas made the f-cking final call

[chorus: ill al skratch]
it ain’t no sunshine, it ain’t no sunshine
it’s like
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s like that

[break 2: easy mo bee]
“for my one true”
“our run’s our rhyme”
“for my one”
{-scratching-}
“one true”
“for my one true”
“our run”
“our run”
“run’s”
“our”
“rhyme”

[verse 6: 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 best believe every time we come, we come hard
the undisputed truth is that the black man is god
now every time i turn around, my people start subtracting
they cause this sh-t, then they wonder why we start overreacting
hey, ay, ay, you can pick and choose it
right before you lose it, i’m a hit you with my music
i’m frying up sh-t sizzling like cyanide
watch me go inside, “please give me room, yo step aside”
ha, those who commit the ultimate crimes
b-tches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes
get your sh-t drawers up out my hammer
young survivalist represent the next black panther

[verse 7: buckshot]
i stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
and the guard s.t. is still waiting in the ride
so i stepped to the dj and told the dj
“yo, throw the wax on” “how many emcees must get dissed”

[verse 8: layzie bone]
putting your sh-t to the pave, ending ’em meeting the gauge
live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased
bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
put ’em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off

[verse 9: wish bone]
living the psycho path so i’m down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance
you n-ggas are fearing my sawed-off
blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
so if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your sh-t, you b-tch
not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness

[verse 10: krayzie bone]
now krayzie bone is buck, buck, bucking em once a
gain enough to pick a defender
they try to contend us, see, all they gon’ win is that mac-10
there’s never another to go with a brother, while smotherin’ suckas been gon’ undercover
we leave em in gutters, ain’t gonna get caught. but who was the sucker that squealed on a murda?

[verse 11: bizzy bone]
creep with the street, sweeper, better r.i.p. and pray
the bullet don’t put in much work but i’m a sure, with, shot
puttin’ the bullets just where it hurts, and um
with a me tech’ll slip up one on the popos, bone, bone
better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up
get ’em on the get up, bone won’t let up

- black men united lyrics

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