Mario Rodriguez - Get Dealt With lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo Palms break him down, Rapper Noyd cut his throat Don scoop em up, Arm Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm, pick this n***a up Nitty turn his face to me, let me wake him up I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big It almost took his whole face off We got to take position, ready for faceoff We blitz like Dallas in the Superbowl faceoff We form like n***as in the yard up north With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost And take ya life lost, never found again boss A job well done, relax, throw back fifths Of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit f**in with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you a sick Lunatic n***a jump up and got hit With Macs and Techs and silencers spit Shots whiz past your earlobe and sh** That's the sound of a n***a, almost felt it Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it You bleed again, we just another n***a dealt with Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin' like the Covenant We hold big sh** like a b**h hold one in the oven [Verse 2: Havoc] Yo, if it ain't drama, money above broke b**hes Simple minded n***as, Alpha Havoc positioned That's opposition, wettin me competition Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see By myself, by myself and rollin mad trees Paranoid on point and now I see who's who Distinguish fake ones outta the immediate crew Life I take one if you jeopardise mine, duke You're small, minute, got a deck to deal with aces up You overbidded and in the Bridge you got stuck This ain't a card game but in perspective it's the same Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama We outtake and then take you out Keep it real and throw the fake out Raise the stakes up, hit you up from the waste up That's how it is and how it is is kinda f**ed up bu*ter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin On a corner while it's rainin, 4 pound left ya ears ringin Delete those and keep my sh** discrete, n***as is trash rhyme Totally offbeat and outta sync with they life E & J bent tight, n***as slow ya roll Ya speedin now ya bleedin tonight for no reason Wanna be max and doves, get smacked, show no love Crush ya team like the bear hug The Infamous'll do dirt, dead a smear like mud New York, New Yitty, Queens, I feel no pity No remorse, takin it to the source of course Bare that a** thug real kid, it's only your mask That you wear, take off Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top of BOOM gat-for-gat And all the rules got the drop on you And let the nickel nine pop on you [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, my crew in the front got it locked My live n***as in the back got the gats blowin outta ya back What the deal with them tough looks and eye contact Starin' all up in ya cornea, ya corner ya lack The look of a true-to-life, crime n***as attack Go at the first n***a that front and overreact Ya get dealt with [Hook] Dealt with quick Opposition get melted by hot sh**, he felt it