Mobb Deep - Drop A Gem On Em Lyrics

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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)

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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

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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