Heavy D feat. Big Pun and Eightball On Point Lyrics

Heavy Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Like Dat Dhere
  • 2 Imagine That
  • 3 You know
  • 4 Listen
  • 5 Don't Stop
  • 6 Dancin' in the Night
  • 7 Ash Heaven
  • 8 On Point
  • 9 Spanish Fly
  • 10 I Know You Love Me
  • 11 I Didn't Think So
  • 12 You Nasty Hev
  • 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 *****)
    Fat Mack, (Heavy D: Big Pun is you ready my *****)
    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 *****)
    Heavy D, set it up

    Big gentlemen
    ******* full of Benjamins
    New millennium
    New Bentley then, a sort addition
    Gorgeous women
    Swimming in 'em
    Cinnamon with denim
    Diva pigeons
    Peep the glissin'
    Why'all don't listen
    See what you missin'
    Diggy, double shot a henny
    All about the ammo NeY
    Bubble like no any
    Diamond lipped
    Seducing chicks
    Selective whips
    Consecutive hits
    I break sun with Pun
    Crew hall with Ball
    Screw all of why'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 ***** live homeboy?

    [Chorus x4]

    You on point Hev(Heavy on 4th repeat)
    [Heavy D]
    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 ****
    "I don't got time for them chicks"
    They be tryin' to resist
    Every time I insist
    They submit
    ***** 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
    Got's to go
    I'll be back and some other fat chick
    Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap ****


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