Trackmasters - Get Da Drop On Em lyrics

Check it out I break a n***a 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 a** crawl out tha gutter For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the bu*ter Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin I'm wreckin n***a whole sh** plus I make a profit Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out I'm wreckin n***as one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya sh** bust? I turn ya f*ggots 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 n***as I blow it, I make it hot for my n***as *repeat x 3* I blow em, KABOOM, but f** sound effects n***as 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 n***as in the projects find ya hypnotising You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore n***as be wearin panties, lookin sweet I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin n***as Nervous motherf**ers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay back, n***as beef or let my nuts live I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch You motherf**ing creampuffs can't punch What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb sh** Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick Chorus You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict Rope n***as claim me, packin automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outside, the b**h up just like a actress I take ya motherf**ers one-by-one and show ya how it's done And dick ya down in front of everyone b**h n***as ain't got no type of reason To say a bullsh** 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 a** bustin straight flat Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs Lay that motherf**er's sh** down, n***a resign Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine You never hear a n***a like me, never in time I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip I can't believe you n***as forgot who rip sh** It's '96 and n***as like to hold they dicks I'm breakin sh** aside ya doctor's can't fix Chorus f** 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 a** fake n***as how it be My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs Crystal clear so you can hear every word f** the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it I gotta keep my title locked down so n***as fear it Uh, I get da drop on you n***as I blow it, I make it hot for my n***as *repeat x 2* Uh, I get da drop on you n***as I blow it, I make it hot!