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Versuri LL Cool J - 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 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  
 I blow it, I make it hot
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