Get 2 Tha Point

[Intro, ad-libbed:] Unh, let's go! Unh, NYG'z ya around, this is how we get down! Unh! Chi, you ready? Yo— [Hook, x2:] All pencils got erasers, nigga stick to the point! Respect the shit out of a G when he enter the joint! Ain't no kings on the street, ain't no ones to anoint Just real niggas…niggas…niggas! [MC Panchi:] Aiyyo—I know a nigga named Kuntry that get high But I love him cause he cook me two out of one pie So back in school, I said, "Fuck sports!", slung some kis When my coach asked me why? Blamed my knees I've been thrown down all fours by New York D's I'm down to rock with stick-up kids and take care of fiends I know you love my cologne, it reminds you of home It's just: Weed, the streets; soul, powder and bleach Cause the 'hood love me to death—I ain't leaving Old drama want me dead, but I'm still breathing Cause I rode out from under ya joint, hop out ya bushes Punk pantsed, you gon' need more than Aston Kutcher I blast then put ya—in the situation, it's tight Here's my button, nigga, push it, we can rock all night! I got a whole lot of stress, nigga, you ain't built for And a fuck-you attitude I'm SUPPOSED to get killed for! [Hook x 2] [MC Panchi:] Fa real, my whole Earth gave me the sense to take the sword to the length So relax, big Paw, cuz you fuckin' with strength So strong, shit, I could get you touched in jail Ain't get the tear taken home in the mail—you frail Steady hollering that life's a bitch and shit ain't fair? Probably cause you a square, never got yo share; Prepare to play the background, beefin' for rap Cause I done been there, done that, Dr. Dre'd that! This is for grown men, complex, with no complex All tenement buildings, houses and projects For, uh: Ray, Vince, Chi, Preem, and y'all Peep the jewels that I spit, contradictions galore Unless of course, ya street wise—ya can't condemn it Don't take this home, twist it and bend it No amendment to this constitution, blowing my joint All pencils got erasers nigga get to the point! [Hook x 2]