Heavy D

Heavy D - On Point lyrics

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[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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Universal Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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