Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The Drop On Em, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 19.11.1995
Song language: English
Get The Drop On Em |
| 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?) |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas |
| I blow it, I make it hot! |