Авторы музыки: Poke, LL Cool J
Check it out I break a nigga down ugly like cokeup on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputedI'm never ever diluted or polluted You could fuse itif 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 shoutbodies are fished out I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronouncedhow do ll bounce And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippinI'm grippin microphones real tight Then I crack up the speakers in ya ac all night Deliver messagesthe prophecy's in me His royal highnessyou minus what you claim to be (say what? ) Chorus: UhI get da drop on you niggas I blow itI make it hot for my niggas *repeat x 3* I blow emkaboombut fuck sound effects Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a star trek Select my dialectinspect all my cheques He claim he gettin money but l cast the cheque You sell blunt weedglock blockhorizons Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore niggas be wearin pantieslookin sweet I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay backniggas beef or let my nuts live I take my bladeinsert it until ya guts give Executionthe destroyer of ya suspect bunch What? drama! you can't believe how I deliver bomb shit Ya brains splitthe pain hits ya little dick Chorus You fallin backwardsleanin like a dope addict Rope niggas claim mepackin automatics Found his ol' earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outsidethe 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 freezinya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum Black and bluetryin ta hide up in the spectrum I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat Head up on the place matready to waste that Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs Lay that motherfucker's shit downnigga resign Don't lose ya mindconcentratin on how I shine You never hear a nigga like menever in time I blaze it quickamaze 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 Chorus Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves I'm bringin crewsin my ring you swing and lose With the blues light my fuseallow 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 UhI get da drop on you niggas I blow itI make it hot for my niggas *repeat x 2* UhI get da drop on you niggas I blow itI make it hot!