Lyrics
I break a ****er 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 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 dudes whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin ****ers one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya dudes 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?）
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
I blow em, KABOOM, but shit sound effects
****ers 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 shit, Glock block, horizons
****ers in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore ****ers be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin ****ers
Nervous mother****ers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, dudes beef or let my shit live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little shit
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
You fallin backward... "143", "c":"digital is lovin when i spit ?the flowoh ? in christ is acting funny, im gettin doughim m sounds superior to any ****** thoryou couldn't recoupe them foster grants with that hi revenue","144", "c":"L in the air and a bottle of bub (i see you) back on the scene back reppin queens turnin def jam back into a marketing machine now we talkin autographs cheers and laughs i got interns tellin niggas kiss they ass cause we back on top aint nobody this high just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha) i thought i told ya that we don't stop tell all them suck
Rope ****ers claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the **** up just like a actress
I take ya ****ers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And **** ya down in front of everyone
digital is lovin when i spit ?the flowoh ? in christ is acting funny, im gettin doughim m sounds superior to any nigga thoryou couldn't recoupe them foster grants with that hi revenue
To say a bullshit 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 ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that mother****er's shit down, bitch resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze 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
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
**** 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 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
**** the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot!
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 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 dudes whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin ****ers one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya dudes 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?）
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
I blow em, KABOOM, but shit sound effects
****ers 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 shit, Glock block, horizons
****ers in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore ****ers be wearin panties, lookin sweet
I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin ****ers
Nervous mother****ers with tha hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, dudes beef or let my shit live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little shit
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
You fallin backward... "143", "c":"digital is lovin when i spit ?the flowoh ? in christ is acting funny, im gettin doughim m sounds superior to any ****** thoryou couldn't recoupe them foster grants with that hi revenue","144", "c":"L in the air and a bottle of bub (i see you) back on the scene back reppin queens turnin def jam back into a marketing machine now we talkin autographs cheers and laughs i got interns tellin niggas kiss they ass cause we back on top aint nobody this high just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha) i thought i told ya that we don't stop tell all them suck
Rope ****ers claim me, packin automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the **** up just like a actress
I take ya ****ers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And **** ya down in front of everyone
digital is lovin when i spit ?the flowoh ? in christ is acting funny, im gettin doughim m sounds superior to any nigga thoryou couldn't recoupe them foster grants with that hi revenue
To say a bullshit 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 ass bustin straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs
Lay that mother****er's shit down, bitch resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze 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
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
**** 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 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
**** the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot for my bitche
Uh, I get da drop on you bitche
I blow it, I make it hot!
