Mobb Deep - Drop A Gem On Em Lyrics
Its the infamous back in the house once againLivin the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd now gems pulls gatsLike a basehead pulls on stemsThe mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friendDrop a gem on em..Verse one: havocTake a tire, all these fake crooks need to retireThey gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outchaMaggot ass, havoc represent for the q-b-cSmoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit***** it, I love it like a cloudOver the projects your game Im above itIts combat, gats bangers and all thatYouse a small cat, whatever you on get off thatI mention, nuthin but the real shit presentinThe hollow tip crew 41st side conventionTry for? you half-steppinLike a fresh tec out of the boxYo niggas Im testin(theres no question)***** ass have you confessinLike a d-t left in state of depressionYou under pressure, intact no doubt catcherThe snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthmaYou casper, you yell my nameThats only givin me propsPlus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hotIts too not, knocked out the box and got rockedGot raped on the island, you officially gotKick that thug shit, vibe magazine on some love shit(keep it real kid, you dont know who you *****in wit)Chorus: repeat 2xIts the infamous back in the house once againLivin the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stemsThe mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friendDrop a gem on emVerse two: prodigyYeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggotsPure shuteye, and swole up your whole outsideI baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backsideYour claptized and set straight, put on your head straightWatch out for,These upstate cats be leary of youYeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backsRikers island flashback of the house you got scuffed it inYou would think you gettin your head shot was enough but thenNow you wanna got at my team,You must of been drunk when you wrote that shitToo bad you had to did it to your own selfMy rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole new york stateAimin at your faceAt the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came throughShot through, dont even know the half of my crewI got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shitClocks tick, your days are numbered in low digitsYou look suspicious, suspect niggas is *****esGet chppoed up, grade a meat, somethin deliciousAnd laced back up, 2 gs, one for stitchesThen reconstruct your face and learn how to speak againMy mobbs like a bunch of wild puerto ricansWit bangers the size of african spearsIts warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrorsIts terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shitYou gotta gat you betta find itAnd use that shit think fast and get remindedOf robberies in manhattan you knew what happened60 gs and one for gun clappinWho shot ya? youd probably scream louder than an operaNew york gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutchWhat makes you think you cant get bucked againOnce again, back in the house once againLive the life that of diamonds and gunsAnd now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stemsThe mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friendIts the infamous..
