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'em out\nPass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\nHow you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\nMiami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\nSlab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\nWith some styles flipping with me\nMemphis, let me break it down for you, pal\nMakin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nIt's me, BP\nFrom the middle of Little Italy\nWith Eightball and Heavy\nDiddly diddly diddly dee\n\nIt's no surprise how we pulverize\nAll you smaller guys\nFronting that you live but we oversize\n\nHolding knives to you neck\nAll my nines and my techs\nShine on but get strive for the best\n\nTake time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\nI should get a sign on my dick\nNo time for them chicks\nThey be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\nThey submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\nI'm too quick for your lies and deception\nWould you rise in my direction?\nIf you strive for perfection\nAnd just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\nYou gotta cap and go feelin' for more\nCatch me next time, I gotta rock a show\nGots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\nPeace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On Point\n  artist: Heavy D\n  album: Heavy\n  duration_ms: 277420\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Space Age representing\n  You know what I'm talking about\n\n  Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking about\n  Heavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do this\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up\n\n  Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins\n  New millenium, new Bentley then a sort addition\n  Gorgeous women, swimming in 'em\n  Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'\n  Y'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\n  Diggy, double shot a Henny\n  All about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\n  Diamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n\n  I break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with roadies\n  On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\n  Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\n  Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\n  Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\n  Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\n  Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n  How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\n  Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\n  With some styles flipping with me\n  Memphis, let me break it down for you, pal\n  Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  It's me, BP\n  From the middle of Little Italy\n  With Eightball and Heavy\n  Diddly diddly diddly dee\n\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys\n  Fronting that you live but we oversize\n\n  Holding knives to you neck\n  All my nines and my techs\n  Shine on but get strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick\n  No time for them chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Would you rise in my direction?\n  If you strive for perfection\n  And just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\n  You gotta cap and go feelin' for more\n  Catch me next time, I gotta rock a show\n  Gots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\n  Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n"},{"id":26321929,"name":"On Point","trackName":"On Point","artistName":"Heavy D","albumName":"Heavy","duration":220.58115,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house\nYou know what I'm talking about\nSpace Age representing\nYou know what I'm talking about\n\nBig Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking about\nHeavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do this\nYou know what I'm talking about\nSure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up\n\nBig Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins\nNew millenium, new Bentley then a sort addition\nGorgeous women, swimming in 'em\nCinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'\nY'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\nDiggy, double shot a Henny\nAll about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\nDiamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\nSelective whips, consecutive hits\n\nI break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\nScrew all of y'all, we the big shots\nHeavy rotation, every location\nSmoke stogies with roadies\nOn the corner in front of Bodega's\n\nWorld famous, you gon' love us or hate us\nYou the type that'd scuff up my gators\nBecause of my papers been about my glitter\nSo you killin' my jaw\nDamn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nDays and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\nRemember Eightball from doin' it the player way\nTurn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\nMake the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\nPlayers pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\nKeep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\nPimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\nLove me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\nPresidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\nPass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\nHow you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\nMiami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\nSlab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\nWith some styles flipping with me\nMemphis, let me break it down for you, pal\nMakin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nIt's me, BP\nFrom the middle of Little 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Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On Point\n  artist: Heavy D\n  album: Heavy\n  duration_ms: 220581\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Space Age representing\n  You know what I'm talking about\n\n  Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking about\n  Heavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do this\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up\n\n  Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins\n  New millenium, new Bentley then a sort addition\n  Gorgeous women, swimming in 'em\n  Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'\n  Y'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\n  Diggy, double shot a Henny\n  All about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\n  Diamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n\n  I break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with roadies\n  On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\n  Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\n  Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\n  Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\n  Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\n  Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n  How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\n  Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\n  With some styles flipping with me\n  Memphis, let me break it down for you, pal\n  Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  It's me, BP\n  From the middle of Little Italy\n  With Eightball and Heavy\n  Diddly diddly diddly dee\n\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys\n  Fronting that you live but we oversize\n\n  Holding knives to you neck\n  All my nines and my techs\n  Shine on but get strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick\n  No time for them chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Would you rise in my direction?\n  If you strive for perfection\n  And just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\n  You gotta cap and go feelin' for more\n  Catch me next time, I gotta rock a show\n  Gots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\n  Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap 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point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nDays and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\nRemember Eightball from doin' it the player way\nTurn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\nMake the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\nPlayers pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\nKeep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\nPimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\nLove me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\nPresidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\nPass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\nHow you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\nMiami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\nSlab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\nWith some styles flipping with me\nMemphis, let me break it down for you, pal\nMakin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nIt's me, BP\nFrom the middle of Little Italy\nWith Eightball and Heavy\nDiddly diddly diddly dee\n\nIt's no surprise how we pulverize\nAll you smaller guys\nFronting that you live but we oversize\n\nHolding knives to you neck\nAll my nines and my techs\nShine on but get strive for the best\n\nTake time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\nI should get a sign on my dick\nNo time for them chicks\nThey be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\nThey submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\nI'm too quick for your lies and deception\nWould you rise in my direction?\nIf you strive for perfection\nAnd just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\nYou gotta cap and go feelin' for more\nCatch me next time, I gotta rock a show\nGots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\nPeace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point what?\n\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?\nI'm on point what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On Point\n  artist: Heavy D\n  album: Heavy Hitz\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Space Age representing\n  You know what I'm talking about\n\n  Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking about\n  Heavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do this\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up\n\n  Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins\n  New millenium, new Bentley then a sort addition\n  Gorgeous women, swimming in 'em\n  Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'\n  Y'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\n  Diggy, double shot a Henny\n  All about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\n  Diamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n\n  I break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with roadies\n  On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\n  Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\n  Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\n  Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\n  Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\n  Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n  How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\n  Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\n  With some styles flipping with me\n  Memphis, 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 On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\n  Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\n  Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\n  Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\n  Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\n  Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n  How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\n  Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\n  With some styles flipping with me\n  Memphis, let me break it down for you, pal\n  Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  It's me, BP\n  From the middle of Little Italy\n  With Eightball and Heavy\n  Diddly diddly diddly dee\n\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys\n  Fronting that you live but we oversize\n\n  Holding knives to you neck\n  All my nines and my techs\n  Shine on but get strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick\n  No time for them chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Would you rise in my direction?\n  If you strive for perfection\n  And just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\n  You gotta cap and go feelin' for more\n  Catch me next time, I gotta rock a show\n  Gots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\n  Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  I'm on point, 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ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\nDiamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\nSelective whips, consecutive hits\n\nI break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\nScrew all of y'all, we the big shots\nHeavy rotation, every location\nSmoke stogies with roadies\nOn the corner in front of Bodega's\n\nWorld famous, you gon' love us or hate us\nYou the type that'd scuff up my gators\nBecause of my papers been about my glitter\nSo you killin' my jaw\nDamn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nDays and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\nRemember Eightball from doin' it the player way\nTurn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\nMake the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\nPlayers pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\nKeep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\nPimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\nLove me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\nPresidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\nPass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\nHow you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\nMiami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\nSlab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\nWith some styles flipping with me\nMemphis, let me break it down for you, pal\nMakin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Hev\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nYou on point, Heavy\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point what?\n\nIt's me, BP\nFrom the middle of Little Italy\nWith Eightball and Heavy\nDiddly diddly diddly 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Y'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\n  Diggy, double shot a Henny\n  All about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\n  Diamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n\n  I break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with roadies\n  On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky 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I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  It's me, BP\n  From the middle of Little Italy\n  With Eightball and Heavy\n  Diddly diddly diddly dee\n\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys\n  Fronting that you live but we oversize\n\n  Holding knives to you neck\n  All my nines and my techs\n  Shine on but get strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick\n  No time for them chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Would you rise in my direction?\n  If you strive for perfection\n  And just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\n  You gotta cap and go feelin' for more\n  Catch me next time, I gotta rock a show\n  Gots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\n  Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\n  You on 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talkin' 'bout\nShow up, pour up, blow up\nThis how we do\nHeavy D, set it off\n\nBig gentleman, asshole, full of Benjamins\nNew millennium, new Bentley then, assault edition\nGorgeous women, swimmin' in 'em, cinnamon within 'em\nDiva pigeons, peep the glisten, y'all don't listen\nSee what you missin'? Diggy, double shot of Henny\nAll about the M-O-N-E-Y, bubble like no Henny\n\nDiamond lit, crucifix, seducin' chicks\nSelective whips, consecutive hits\nI break sun with Pun, who haul the ball\nScrew all of y'all, we the big shots\nHeavy rotation, every location\nSmoke stogies with brodies on the corner in front of bodegas\nWorld famous, you gon' love us or hate us\nYou the type that'll scuff up my Gators because of my papers\nBitter 'bout my glitter so you killin' my joy\n\nDamn, can't a nigga live homeboy?\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nDays and days, blazin' green shades of sticky hay\nRemember 8Ball from doin' it the player way\n\nTurn it up and we gon' rock it 'til the track stop\nMake the club scene hotter than a crack spot\nPlayers pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\nKeep my jewelry froze like my name Sub-Zero\nPimp 'til I'm gone, thug livin' ain't new to me\nLove me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\nPresidential suites and Benzos, turn 'em out\nPassin' through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n\nHow you lovin' that? Icin' on the cake right\nMiami girls hit that white and shake it all night\nSlab riders, chrome Twinkies, smokin' sticky\nIce pinky with somethin' stout flippin' with me\nMemphis, let me break it down for you pal\nMakin' easy money pimpin' hoes in style\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nIt's me, Big P from the middle of Little Italy\nWith 8Ball and Heavy, diddly diddly diddly D\nIt's no surprise how we pulverize\nAll you smaller guys frontin' like you live while we oversize\nHoldin' knives to your necks, all my nines and my TECs\nShine like baguettes, strive for the best\n\nTake time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\nI should get a sign on my dick, no little time for the chicks\nThey be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\nThey submit, bitch, don't be lyin' on my brick\n\nI'm too quick for your lies and deception\nHold your eyes in my direction if you strive for perfection\nAnd it's rock the pro, but it's like a drug\nYou gotta cop and go, fiendin' for more\nCatch me next time I gotta rock a show\nGot to go, I'll be back on some other fat shit\nPeace to the Bronx for motherin' this rap shit\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\n\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\nYou on point, Heav'\nI'm on point, Pun\nYou on point, Ball\nI'm on point, what?\n\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point, what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point, what?\nI'm on point, Pun\nI'm on point, what?\nI'm on point, what?\nI'm on point, what?\nI'm on point, what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On Point\n  artist: Heavy D And The Boyz\n  album: Heavy Hitz\n  duration_ms: 279098\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah\n  8Ball the Fat Mac in the house\n  You know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Space Age representin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Heavy D, Fat Mac\n  We finna do this, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Show up, pour up, blow up\n  This how we do\n  Heavy D, set it off\n\n  Big gentleman, asshole, full of Benjamins\n  New millennium, new Bentley then, assault edition\n  Gorgeous women, swimmin' in 'em, cinnamon within 'em\n  Diva pigeons, peep the glisten, y'all don't listen\n  See what you missin'? Diggy, double shot of Henny\n  All about the M-O-N-E-Y, bubble like no Henny\n\n  Diamond lit, crucifix, seducin' chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n  I break sun with Pun, who haul the ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with brodies on the corner in front of bodegas\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'll scuff up my Gators because of my papers\n  Bitter 'bout my glitter so you killin' my joy\n\n  Damn, can't a nigga live homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  Days and days, blazin' green shades of sticky hay\n  Remember 8Ball from doin' it the player way\n\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'til the track stop\n  Make the club scene hotter than a crack spot\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name Sub-Zero\n  Pimp 'til I'm gone, thug livin' ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n  Presidential suites and Benzos, turn 'em out\n  Passin' through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n\n  How you lovin' that? Icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n  Slab riders, chrome Twinkies, smokin' sticky\n  Ice pinky with somethin' stout flippin' with me\n  Memphis, let me break it down for you pal\n  Makin' easy money pimpin' hoes in style\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  It's me, Big P from the middle of Little Italy\n  With 8Ball and Heavy, diddly diddly diddly D\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys frontin' like you live while we oversize\n  Holdin' knives to your necks, all my nines and my TECs\n  Shine like baguettes, strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick, no little time for the chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lyin' on my brick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Hold your eyes in my direction if you strive for perfection\n  And it's rock the pro, but it's like a drug\n  You gotta cop and go, fiendin' for more\n  Catch me next time I gotta rock a show\n  Got to go, I'll be back on some other fat shit\n  Peace to the Bronx for motherin' this rap shit\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n  You on point, Heav'\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point, what?\n\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point, what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point, what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point, what?\n  I'm on point, what?\n  I'm on point, what?\n  I'm on point, what?\n"},{"id":27615425,"name":"On Point","trackName":"On Point","artistName":"Heavy D feat. 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Big Pun and Eightball\n  album: Heavy\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the house\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Space Age representing\n  You know what I'm talking about\n\n  Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking about\n  Heavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do this\n  You know what I'm talking about\n  Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, Heavy D, set it up\n\n  Big Gentlemen, asshole full of Benjamins\n  New millenium, new Bentley then a sort addition\n  Gorgeous women, swimming in 'em\n  Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'\n  Y'all don't listen, see, what you missin'\n\n  Diggy, double shot a Henny\n  All about the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any\n  Diamond lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks\n  Selective whips, consecutive hits\n\n  I break sun with Pun, crew hall with Ball\n  Screw all of y'all, we the big shots\n  Heavy rotation, every location\n  Smoke stogies with roadies\n  On the corner in front of Bodega's\n\n  World famous, you gon' love us or hate us\n  You the type that'd scuff up my gators\n  Because of my papers been about my glitter\n  So you killin' my jaw\n  Damn, can't a nigga live, homeboy?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  Days and days, blazing green shades of sticky haze\n  Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way\n  Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops\n  Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot\n\n  Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo\n  Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero\n  Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me\n  Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me\n\n  Presidential suites and Bezo's turn 'em out\n  Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out\n  How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right\n  Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night\n\n  Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky\n  With some styles flipping with me\n  Memphis, let me break it down for you, pal\n  Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  It's me, BP\n  From the middle of Little Italy\n  With Eightball and Heavy\n  Diddly diddly diddly dee\n\n  It's no surprise how we pulverize\n  All you smaller guys\n  Fronting that you live but we oversize\n\n  Holding knives to you neck\n  All my nines and my techs\n  Shine on but get strive for the best\n\n  Take time to perfect every rhyme that I kick\n  I should get a sign on my dick\n  No time for them chicks\n  They be tryin' to resist, every time I insist\n  They submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick\n\n  I'm too quick for your lies and deception\n  Would you rise in my direction?\n  If you strive for perfection\n  And just watch the pro but it's like a chore\n\n  You gotta cap and go feelin' for more\n  Catch me next time, I gotta rock a show\n  Gots to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick\n  Peace to the Bronx, a mother in this rap shit\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Hev\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  You on point, Heavy\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  You on point, Ball\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point, Pun\n  I'm on point what?\n\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n  I'm on point what?\n"}]