Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Point , by - Heavy D. Song from the album Heavy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
On Point |
| Eightball the fat mack in the house you know what I’m talking about |
| (Big Shots) |
| Space Age representing you know what I’m talking about |
| (You feel this?) |
| Big Pun up in here you know what I’m talking about |
| (Uh) |
| Heavy D, (Eightball is you ready my nigga) |
| Fat Mack, (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 |
| (Hev Digga born ready my nigga) |
| 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 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? |
| You on point Hev |
| 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 |
| 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 |