Texty: LL Cool J. Mr Smith. Get Da Drop On Em.

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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 'cause it's deep rooted

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 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

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

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 checks
He claim he gettin' money but L cast the check

You sell blunt weed, glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotisin'
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearin' panties, lookin' sweet

I'm on a journey through the land of frontin' niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with their 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
You motherfucker cream puffs can't punch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

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' to hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass bustin' straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that

Operatin' incorporates 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

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

Fuck the tricks and all 'em smooth singin' grooves
I'm bringin' crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, allow me
To show your 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 the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
Uh, I get the drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot