เนื้อเพลง 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!