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