Drop a Gem on ’em Songtext
von Mobb Deep
Drop a Gem on ’em Songtext
Once again
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 basehead 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 basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
(He ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls)
Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
They got ya gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
Maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
Smoke that ass like a lucie.tho 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 use a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nothin' 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 talkin' with 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
Its 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 with)
It′s the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats like a base head pull 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 basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
He ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain′t gat balls
Pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
Your 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
Aiming 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
Its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
You gotta gat you better 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 got ya, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What makes you think you cant 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 back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pulls gats
Like a basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
(He ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain′t gat balls)
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 basehead 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 basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
(He ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls)
Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
They got ya gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
Maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
Smoke that ass like a lucie.tho 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 use a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nothin' 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 talkin' with 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
Its 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 with)
It′s the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats like a base head pull 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 basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
He ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain′t gat balls
Pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
Your 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
Aiming 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
Its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
You gotta gat you better 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 got ya, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What makes you think you cant 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 back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pulls gats
Like a basehead pulls on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on em
(He ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain't gat balls, he ain′t gat balls, he ain′t gat balls)
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
