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Lyrics for Get Da Drop On Em by LL Cool J:
| | | Artist: | LL Cool J |
| | Album: | Mr. Smith | | Track: | Get Da Drop On Em | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 88 | | | | Lyrics: | Check it out
I break a nigga 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 butter
Cliques get clipped
like heavy bricks when I'm droppin
I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I
miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit 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 niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 3*
I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects
Niggas 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
Niggas in the
projects find ya hypnotising
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore
niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas 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 shit
Ya brains
split, the pain hits ya little dick
Chorus
You fallin backwards,
leanin like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol'
Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of
everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit 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
motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I
flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold
they dicks
I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix
Chorus
Fuck 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
niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs
Crystal clear
so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta
keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
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