Текст (слова) песни: 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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