You on point James (I'm on point Flip)
You act bad James (I act bad Flip)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Then lets put our brains together and make some mills
I got skills like a coal mine lined up with a drill
Keep the crowd on their feet like Vince Carter wind mills
I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me
You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me
If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bowgarding the beat
Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat
Game is harder to creep mind harder to piece
It's so throwed you gon need tinted goggles to see
It's iced out
You think you can hang like Wayne its lights out
You think you can hang with Big James you might drop
You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship
So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip
You on point Flip (I'm on point James)
You act bad Flip (I act bad James)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Well lets put our brains together and make some mills
You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett
In my garage I got eleven(11) carvettes
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king
And I like to act bad did you peep my ring
And the heat I bring burn like acid
So step back cause I burn through plastic
I'm the hardest down south and niggas hate that
You claim you makin cash but you ain't drop a tape yet
I'm a CEO you know what that mean
Don't nobody touch my green
Some niggas can't rap some niggas can't flow
But guess what Lil' Flip can do both
Well I'm a mic wrecker
A lamburgini price checker
Rolex baggetts 30 pointer ice bezel
I'm a freestyle ace
Shining all in your face
Same gator on my shoes wraped around my waisted
I'm a track ripper
A black dob hat tipper
I step out at the grammys wearing black slippers
I'm a bin bibber
Orange juice and gin sipper
On this track I went first the hook and then Flipper
I'm a song writer
And I carry my own title
I copyright all of shit
so nigga don't bite her
I'm a fast flower
True naked ass shower
Endo octomo hydro hash blower
I'm a big shot
I'm the king of Hip Hop
And when I freestyle I leave you with your lips lock
I'm a mud puppy
Codeine cup guppy
I eat fish shrimp french fries with hush puppys
I'm in a path finder
I'm autograph signer
And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner
I'm a young thug ready
ninthteens(19) on my chevy
Breaking hoes like Eddie
More blades than Freddie
Now I'm a superstar
I know you heard of a star
We the ones that be driving them convertable cars
I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check A Hoe Texas
[Chorus x2: Shake-A-Vel]
We On Point Niggas, roll it down in the hood
Ain't no rappers like this, from your neck of the wood
Representing Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough
Brooklyn, what, the livest borough, we thorough
[Casine Kelly:]
Cops harass me, chase it down, try'nna bag me
C.D. on the corners, stay cause I got a gun on me
The big boys, locking you down, these blue coats hum on
FBI, lurking around
Searching for the most wanted, whoever done it
Even if it ain't you, they frame a few
In central booking, or Brooklyn housing, Riker's Island
Crime shooting up like a job, that's why we violent
Dirty getter New York, suffer trials and tribulations
And they rock, O.P.N., O Press Nation
Be a roll model, wanna be, but I can't
Caught in the streets without a chance
(Shake-A-Vel: hear the sirens and ambulance)
[Shake-A-Vel:]
Be on my pedigree, Shake-A-Velly ghetto celebrity
Been On Point since the '80's, what you telling me?
Green Hornet, they call me Hornet cause I'm Green
Anytime a nigga get murdered on the scene
It's strictly for the paper, that shit could kill, you know the deal
I represent from Bedstuy to Brownsville
Buddha Monk, O.P.N. colabo, killa connections
Getting dough from Connecticut, all the way to Texas
Flexing, taking over niggas sections
Cross my click, make a nigga toss you quick
Talk is notion, yo, son, we forcing shit
It's pass time, you said the same shit, your last rhymes
It don't impress me, I'm smoking Nestle with Capo and Pesci
305 Park, where the best be
Straight and they rocker, since a kid I've been playing with poppers
My murder one niggas do you proper
I gave rules, to the militant man
That chop your body up, disposing the parts, never see you again
Run through your weak little team, like Black Dracula
Causing a massacre, O.P.N., spectacular
We hungry for blood, my whole team is nothing but thugs
Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves
Repping the wildest set, black hoodies and gloves
On Point Niggas, what, what, what
(Casine Kelly: It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, shit)
[Chorus x2]
[I-Born:]
Check me in the tri-state, I erased getting weight
What ya drugs for, slaughter slow, scholar brain throbs
Scream with ya toast out, style like slang hanging
Out in the dope house, pop pipes with the mouse, in the same line
Hang glide, my ad-libs, and dive in the rip tide, that rip inside
Box like cubicles, on street corners
Mourn my last line, corner moonshine
Code name is street signs, fuck you, pay me
Cheddar, couple keys of the raw, whips, keys to the door
A broke nigga, like splitting, son, zip guns
Swiss pants, low tops, I'm a park romance, cancer
Serious with a wish, break limbs for a fifth
And can't dance, two step to the rhyme
Hustle, the Soul Train lines
Pray fast and hate quicker, cause a sucker blast
Rock 'em to to sleep, love with them fiends, hate me
Sky, I'm the future, where clouds die with Spacely
Shut up ya MC's, circle stank breathe, flirting with death
Walk on the streets, be easy, pussy
Thorough thoroughbread, congrats to the I
Swing a bat, hit a four five
Do or die, doing drive
[Buddha Monk:]
In the heat of the night, I grab mics or bust guns right
Take a life, never think about killing a nigga twice
It's the thug life, who want it, I'm nothing nice
Slug a nigga right, hit him in his hat with my twin pipes
It's all out war by G.O.D., down for seven scores
Wettin', for him of course, fuck it
Two tears, then you duck quick
My repertoire, take the money, leave you with permanent scars
I was born with nothing, and I still got nothing
But until I do, the next victim might be you
I come from streets, where holding the heat, ain't nothing sweet
Bloody ass nightmares, and no one cares
It's all good though, throw on the vest, armed with four-four
Then duck low, and make sure I'm clear of the po-po
What you don't know, I'm surely headed for the back door
My getaway, grab the money, then peel away
Check the rear mirror, looking for that red picture
But the faster we move, the image only gets dimmer
Slow the fuck down, looking for house, there's no one around
Stay quiet off a show, we all going down
Can't have that, my black steel, ready aim and bark back
Stay close, or my slugs won't tell you no
Complete the mission, stay away from the white pitching
That's the way we move in silence, a bad boy in violence
Growing up I had it rough.
Although I hated work
it taught me just enough.
To know there ain't no application
for the job that I've been chasin'
and I'm looking for a diamond in the rough.
And as it seems to me
that if it was just a phase
it would've passed around eighteen
(but it didn't and I'm in it
past the point of giving in
so make your wagers
place your bets and
shut your mouths about regrets
and how we're screwed).
You climb the rung,
I'll keep my head
and I'll take all the crap
you're giving me instead.
Cause we'll be driving to a show
while you'll be working at the store
and checking out some lady buying wonder bread.
And as it seems to me
that there are lots of cool jobs
but just a few that interest me.
I never wanted to work
inside a shop as a clerk
or build my pension plan
by being a company man.
I want to be In A Band.
My parents still don't understand.
Just add it up, you'll see the crux.
From all our arguments we've gathered
just enough to know we're quicker than a hare
and smarter than the average bear
and just because itself is reason just enough.
And as it seems to me
that the sheer volume of pay
is not a gauge of self-esteem.
I never wanted to work
inside a shop as a clerk
or build my pension plan
by being a company man.
I wanted to be In A Band.
We've got a penchant for fun,
and groove for everyone.
I want to be In A Band.
If you're concerned with the odds
you'd better never begin.
Veterinarian, garbage man
or public speaking from a stand
or pulling teeth or sweeping streets
are all real cool and need to be done
but not by me.
I want to be In A Band (black coffee and wrong turns)
I want to make the supply
and then create the demand.
I want to be In A Band (banned from all the big clubs)
Supply side economics
fit to make you happy...
be In A Band (beer drinking and mayhem)
We've got a penchant for fun
and groove for everyone.
I want to be In A Band (bandanas and make-up).
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented
I rose from the grave
I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'Cause the Glock they found
Was stolen
That's how I'm rollin'
Calvin Klein's
No friend of mine
So I don't like Marky
Or the monarchy
Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
I leave you sulkin'
Like Macaulay Culkin
In Home Alone
So Get A Grip
Like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip
With the Divine Styler
Back in the days
There were Irish ways
And Irish laws
to stand up for the cause
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man
Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest
Quick run get your vest
I'm down with the Hill
'Cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out
It's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors
So I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper
So I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel
I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull you car
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun
So the drama you could save it
Well it's the mad bum rushin'
Funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha' like the butcher
But it and Joe the writer
The old rock a loop
'Cause I'm super like Schneider
I'm ill, retarded
So don't ya get me started
I might lose my cool
Ya lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole
In the sole of a monk
With the rhymes in my head
And the beats in my trunk
I got the skill kid
And I'm gonna' milk it
For all it's worth
I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
He's gone
And that's it's supposed to be
Growing up, I had it rough
Although I hated work it taught me just enough
To know there ain't no application for the job that I've been chasin'
And I'm looking for a diamond in the rough
And as it seems to me that if it was just a phase
It would've passed around eighteen (but it didn't
And I'm in it past the point of giving in-
So make your wages place your bets
And shut your mouths about regrets and how we're screwed)
You climb the rung, I'll keep my head
And I'll take all the crap you're giving me instead
"Cause we'll be driving to a show while you'll be working at the store
And checking out some lady buying Wonder Bread.
And as it seems to me that there are alot of cool jobs
But just a few that interest me
I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk
Or build my pension plan by being a company man
I want to be in a band,
I want to make the supply and then create the demand,
I want to be in a band,
My parents still don't understand
Just add it up, you'll see the crux
From all our arguments we've gathered just enough
To know we're quicker than a hare and smarter then the average bear
And just because itself is reason just enough
And as it seems to me that sheer volume of pay
Is not a gauge of self-esteem,
I never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk
Or build my pension plan by being a company man,
I want to be in a band
We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone
I want to be in a band,
If you're concerned with the odds you'd better never begin
Veterinarian, garbage man or public speaking from a stand
Or pulling teeth or sweeping streets are all real cool
And need to be done,
But not, by me
I want to be in a band (black coffee and wrong turns)
I want to make the supply and create the demand
I want to be in a band (banned from all the big clubs)
Supply side economics fit to make you happy
Be in a band (beer, drinking, and mayhem)
We've got a penchant for fun and groove for everyone
I want to be in a band (bandanas and make-up)
My children still don't understand, yeah.
[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
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
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?
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
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?
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?
I'm on point what?
I'm on point what?
I'm on point what?
Little boy, it's gon' take more than game
To get me to change my name
And you better not be lame, be lame, lame, lame
And little boy it takes more than a car
To get me to go that far
I ain't cheap little buddy I'ma star, nigga I'ma star
Gotta know whatcha lookin' at
If you want me to holla back
Gotta know when to stop talkin'
If you really wanna play in my lane
You gets nothin' unless that nigga's on point
In the bed better know what you doin'
Let the washer and the dryer keep the coins
I need dollas and that's trill unless that nigga pay bills
And unless that nigga do deals
Unless he got my wrist on chill, I'm for real
Better be on point, on point, on point, on point
Better be on point, on point, on point, on point
Gotta be on point, on point, on point, on point
Gotta be on point, on point, on point, on point
Better be on
Little boy, gon' need more than a check
To get me to show some respect
A phone call when ya late, don't text and don't flex nigga
Listen little boy, don't try to show out
When your little boys come to the house or I'll walk around this bitch
In my Loui Vitton heels and my ass hangin' out
Gotta know whatcha lookin' at
If you want me to holla back
Gotta know when to stop talkin'
If you really wanna play in my lane
You gets nothin' unless that nigga's on point
In the bed better know what you doin'
Let the washer and the dryer keep the coins
I need dollas and that's trill unless that nigga pay bills
And unless that nigga do deals
Unless he got my wrist on chill, I'm for real
Better be on point, on point, on point, on point
Better be on point, on point, on point, on point
Gotta be on point, on point, on point, on point
Gotta be on point, on point, on point, on point
I'm... on the front line, I keep my grind,
Crime looking sporty from the barber shop
Fresh air Jordans cause I bought the lot
Since... snitches like they call the cops
Cause the big space ships in the parking lot
Call me an astronaut,. broke gas... on a hammer rock
Slimmy name, mini... skiny and freel,
But the booty was bigger than a telephone wheel
Gallop like a horsy gotta a nigger hot and horny
But you know a lot of tricks won't you come do it for me like
... if you beat my hum...
They ain't got income for spawn, that's why most niggers born
Let me take you out... a new place every morning like...
... if you beat my hum...
I mean... I'm just trying to have my money
I'm... on the front line, I keep my grind
It's just flirt, it never said pussy
All I do is ask but what is you gonna do for me
Cause it don't never really hurts just to ask
I'd rather fuck money up, pussy don't last
Yeah but I want it all the roles, the house
... big nuts in the holes, mouth
I come back if I ever fall off, she better have some dope which she's calling short...
You ain't a real,. can't get them on, talking to the,. but you can't get it right
When you're fucking with a pimp, put your hand in your pocket, ain't nothing but...
Count it, ain't nothing worse than being broke
Craving that smoke on a black... coke
Every time you see me I'm riding something bigger
I'm pipping these holes, why you fucking up nigger?
You biatch
I'm... on the front line, I keep my grind,
... respect to my niggers...
But in Vegas bitches won't respect the...
Hands to be, something symbolizing that you get money
The hommie juice got screens 20 inch on a Hummy
You got the S5... but the... look funny
... Make the... bummy
My Roy never singing know how you crossed country
My Roy singing... knocking off...
Now you can check my resume I just took the trap today
That was just a week ago, now you think you're tiny ray
... I pack the shit and go away
The gates is so you look like you stopped for the late show
It's easy to get into making dope, I mean it
I... got you.
I'm... on the front line, I keep my grind,
