Get da Drop on 'Em
Album: Mr. Smith
Release Date: 11/21/95
Label: Def Jam
Explicit version of "Get da Drop on 'Em" lyrics
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I break a nigga down ugly like Coke
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed
You could fuse it
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm creatin' the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole s*** plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout
I'm wreckin' niggas one by one but then I miscount
Mispronounced
And get ya s*** bust? I turn ya f****** into mush
Ya slippin'
Then I crack up the speakers in ya ac all night
Deliver messages
His Royal Highness
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
I blow 'em
Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect
He claim he gettin' money but L cast the check
You sell blunt weed
Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotisin'
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearin' panties
I'm on a journey through the land of frontin' niggas
Nervous m************ with their hands on dirty triggers
I lay back
I take my blade
Execution
You m*********** cream puffs can't punch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb s***
Ya brains split
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
You fallin' backwards
Rope niggas claim me
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside
I take ya m************ one by one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
B**** niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a b******* rhyme in LL season
I'm freezin'
Black and blue
I got ya raw ass bustin' straight flat
Head up on the place mat
Operatin' incorporates stimulatin' designs
Lay that m***********'s s*** down
Don't lose ya mind
You never hear a nigga like me
I blaze it quick
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip s***
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
I'm breakin' s*** aside ya doctor's can't fix
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
F*** the tricks and all 'em smooth singin' grooves
I'm bringin' crews
With the blues light my fuse
To show your crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissin' on these herbs
Crystal clear
F*** the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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I blow it
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