Listen to On Point (Album Version) song with lyrics from Heavy D

On Point (Album Version)

Heavy D, Big Pun, Eightball1 Jan 1999

On Point (Album Version) Lyrics

On Point (Album Version) - Heavy D/Big Pun/Eightball

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

You feel this

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 bloor this how we do

Hev Digga

 

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 ni**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 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 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 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

I don't got time for them chicks

They be tryin' to resist

 

Everytime I insist

They submit

B**ch 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

Gots to go

I'll be back and some other fat chick

Peace to the Bronx

A mother in this rap sh*t

 

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 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

 

 

I'm on point what