Get Da Drop On Em Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

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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 underestimating as I'm creating the butter 

Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping 

I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I make a profit 

Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out 

I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount 

Mispronounced, how do LL bounce 

And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into mush 

Ya slipping, I'm gripping 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: x3] 

Uh, I get da 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 getting money but L cast the cheque 

You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons 

Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotizing 

You clowns know when I bring forth the heat 

Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking sweet 

I'm on a journey through the land of fronting niggas 

Nervous motherfuckers with the 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 falling backwards, leaning like a dope addict 

Rope niggas claim me, packing 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 freezing, ya bleeding heavily up out'cha rectum 

Black and blue, trying ta hide up in the spectrum 

I got ya raw ass busting straight flat 

Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that 

Operating incorporates stimulating designs 

Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign 

Don't lose ya mind, concentrating 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 breaking shit aside ya doctor's can't fix 

[Chorus] 

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singing grooves 

I'm bringing 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 pissing 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: x2] 

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas 

I blow it, I make it hot!