Mobb Deep - Get Dealt With Lyrics
(prodigy)I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand comboHarms break em down, rapper noyd cut his throatDon swoop em up or gotti stomp em outEach twin grab a arm, pick this nigga upKnitty turn his face to me, let me break him upI throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so bigIt almost took his whole face offWe got to take position, ready for faceoffWith blitz like dallas aint no superbowl faceoffWe form like niggas in the yard up northWith long swords, ready for war, who paid costAnd take ya life lost, never found again bossA job well done, relax, throw back fifthsOf bacardi limon, fifteenths of hash get lit*****in with the fabulous mobb, yeah you were sickLunatic nigga jump up or got hitWith max and teks and silencers spitShots whiz past your earlobe and shitThats the sound of a nigga who almost felt itGot you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterinBullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, its meltin itYou bleed again, we just another nigga dealt withIntruder alert! our house is nothin like the covenantWe hold big shit like a ***** hold one in the oven(havoc)Well if it aint drama, money above broke *****esSimple minded niggas, alpha have it positionedThats opposition, wetttin me competitionSuddenly and outta tha blue and now I seeBy myself, by myself and rollin mad treesParanoid on point and now I see whos whoThis thing was fake ones outta the immediate crewLife I take one if you jeopardise my doYoure small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces upYou overbidded and in the bridge you go stuckThis aint a card game but in perspective its the samePut two and two together-mobb deep with one nameContain drama like outbreak, you order dramaWe outtake and then take you outKeep it real and throw the fake outRaise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste upThats how it is and how it is is kinda *****ed upButter beats bangin got ya whole clique singinOn a corner while its rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringinDelete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhymeTotally offbeat and outta sync with they lightE & j bent tight, niggas slow ya rollYa ? ? ? now ya bleedin tonight for no reasonWanna be max and does get smacked, show no loveCrush ya team like the bear hugThe infamousll do dirt, dead as smear like mudNew york new get-it-greens, I feel no pityNo remorse, takin it to the source of courseBare that ass thug real kid, its only your maskThat you wear, take offCop out feel the blast boom on top boom boom gat-for-gatAnd all the rules got the drop on youAnd let the nickel nine pop on you(prodigy)YoMy crew in the front got it lockedMy live niggas in the back got the gats blowin outcha backWhat the deal, what them tough looks and eye contactStarin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lackThe look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attackGo at the first nigga that front and overreadYa get dealt withChorus:Dealt with quickEye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it*repeat x 2*
