On Point (feat. Big Punisher & Eightball)

Ye yeah, eight-ball the fat mack in the house you know what I'm talk 'bout

(Big shots) Space age representing you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

(You feel this?) Big Pun up in here you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Heavy D, we gonna do this you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Sure, poor, bloor, this how we do

Heavy D, set it up, uh

Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins

New millennium, new Bentley then, a sort addition

Gorgeous women swimming in 'em, cinnamon with denim

Diva pigeons, peep the glistening, 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, 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 gonna 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 **** 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 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 eight-ball 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 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 suits and Bezo's turn 'em out

Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out

How you lovin' that icing on the cake right

Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night

Slab riders, chrome twinkles, 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 Hev, 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 8-ball 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

I don't got 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

Hold your eyes in my direction if you strive for perfection

Just watch the pro, but it's like a chore, you gotta cap and go

Feel the most catch me next time I gotta rock a show got 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 Hev, I'm on point Pun

You on point Ball, I'm on point what

I'm on point Pun

I'm on point Pun, I'm on point what