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Mobb Deep
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Drop A Gem On 'Em
Lyricist:Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em
Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire They gotcha gassed, takin' back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass Havoc represent for the Q B C Smoke that ass like a lucie, though I need to quit
Fuck it, I love it like a cloud Over the projects your game I'm above it Its combat, gats bangers and all that You'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin' but the real shit presentin' The hollow tip crew 41st side convention try for? You half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box Yo niggas I'm testin' (There's no question)
Bitch ass have you confessin' Like a D T left in state of depression You under pressure, intact no doubt catcher The snitch-snatcher tookin' wit asthma You Casper, you yell my name
That's only givin' me props Plus the fans that you got, wonderin' what's got you hot It's too not, knocked out the box and got rocked Got raped on the island, you officially got kick that thug shit Vibe magazine on some love shit (Keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin' wit)
It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em
It's the infamous back in the house once again Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em
Yeah likewise, I'm tired of rap guys whose faggots Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pure shuteye and swole up your whole outside I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside You're claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
Watch out for, these upstate cats be leary of you Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs Rikers island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in You would think you gettin' your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team You must of been drunk when you wrote that shit Too bad you had to did it to your own self My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
Aimin at your face at the gate Bottom line of top soon as you came through Shot through, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches Get chopped up, grade A meat, somethin' delicious And laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans Wit bangers the size of African spears It's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors It's terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit You gotta gat you betta find it
And use that shit think fast and get reminded Of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened 60 g's and one for gun clappin' Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch What makes you think you can't get bucked again Once again, back in the house once again
Live the life that of diamonds and guns And now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend It's the Infamous
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