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Get Da Drop On Em – LL Cool J
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I break a n_gga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I’m never ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it’s deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin as I’m cre-atin the b_tter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I’m droppin
I’m wreckin n_gga whole sh_t plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I’m wreckin n_ggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya sh_t bust? I turn ya faggots into mush
Ya slippin, I’m grippin microphones real tight
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy’s in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)
Chorus:
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my n_ggas
*repeat x 3*
I blow em, KABOOM, but f_ck sound effects
N_ggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
N_ggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
H_rdcore n_ggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I’m on a journey thru the land of frontin n_ggas
Nervous motherf_ckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, n_ggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can’t believe how I deliver bomb sh_t
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little d_ck
Chorus
You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
Rope n_ggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol’ Earth’s burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the b_tch up just like a actress
I take ya motherf_ckers one-by-one and show ya how it’s done
And d_ck ya down in front of everyone
B_tch n_ggas ain’t got no type of reason
To say a bullsh_t rhyme in LL season
I’m freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out’cha rectum
Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that motherf_cker’s sh_t down, n_gga resign
Don’t lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a n_gga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can’t believe you n_ggas forgot who rip sh_t
It’s ’96 and n_ggas like to hold they d_cks
I’m breakin sh_t aside ya doctor’s can’t fix
Chorus
F_ck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
I’m bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake n_ggas how it be
My technique’s superb when I’m pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
F_ck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so n_ggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my n_ggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot!
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Get Da Drop On Em – LL Cool J
Check it out
I break a n_gga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I’m never ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it’s deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin as I’m cre-atin the b_tter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I’m droppin
I’m wreckin n_gga whole sh_t plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I’m wreckin n_ggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya sh_t bust? I turn ya faggots into mush
Ya slippin, I’m grippin microphones real tight
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy’s in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)
Chorus:
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my n_ggas
*repeat x 3*
I blow em, KABOOM, but f_ck sound effects
N_ggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques
He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
N_ggas in the projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
H_rdcore n_ggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I’m on a journey thru the land of frontin n_ggas
Nervous motherf_ckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, n_ggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can’t believe how I deliver bomb sh_t
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little d_ck
Chorus
You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict
Rope n_ggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol’ Earth’s burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the b_tch up just like a actress
I take ya motherf_ckers one-by-one and show ya how it’s done
And d_ck ya down in front of everyone
B_tch n_ggas ain’t got no type of reason
To say a bullsh_t rhyme in LL season
I’m freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out’cha rectum
Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that motherf_cker’s sh_t down, n_gga resign
Don’t lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a n_gga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can’t believe you n_ggas forgot who rip sh_t
It’s ’96 and n_ggas like to hold they d_cks
I’m breakin sh_t aside ya doctor’s can’t fix
Chorus
F_ck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves
I’m bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake n_ggas how it be
My technique’s superb when I’m pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
F_ck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so n_ggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my n_ggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, I get da drop on you n_ggas
I blow it, I make it hot!
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