Scott Free - Drop a Gem on 'Em lyrics

[Hook ] It's the infamous 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 Drop a gem on em [Hook ] It's the infamous 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 Drop a gem on em If some rain, if some rain has got to fall If some rain, if some rain has got to fall If some rain, if some rain has got to fall [Verse 1: Havoc] Sick and tired of you fake crooks, need to retire They got you ga**ed, take a match and smack fire out ya Maggot a**, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C Smoke that a** like a loosey Though I need to quit, f** it, I love it like a cloud Over the projects, your game I'm above it It's combat, gats, bangers and all that You's a small cat, whatever you on get off that I mention, nothing but the real sh** presenting The hollow tip crew, 41st side convention Stride full, you half-stepping Like a fresh Tec out of the box, yo n***as I'm testing That's no question, b**h-a** have you confessing Like a DT, left in state of depression You under pressure, in tag no doubt catcher The snitch-snatcher, shooken with asthma, you casper You yell my name, that's only giving me props Plus the fans that you got wondering 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 sh**, Vibe magazine on some love sh** Keep it real kid, cause you don't know who you f**ing with [Hook ] It's the infamous 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 Drop a gem on em [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yeah likewise, I'm tired of rap guys that's f*ggots Your P'll shut eyes and swole up your whole outside I baptize, n***as get wet, hit up your backside Get claptized and set straight, put on your head straight Watch out for these upstate cats Be leary of New Yiddy n***as with gats, with the wall on they back Rikers Island flashbacks of the house you got scufted in You would think that getting your head shot's enough but then Now you wanna go at my team Must have been drunk when you wrote that sh** Too bad you had to did it to your own self My rebellion, retaliate, I had the whole New York state Aiming at your face at the gate Bottom line off top soon as you came through Shots flew, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong arm n***as ready to rock your sh** Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits You look suspicious, suspect n***as is b**hes Get chopped up, Grade A meat, something delicious And laced back up, 2 G's worth of stitches To reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again My mob's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans With bangers the size of African spears, it's warfare In the arena, we turn arenas into house of horrors Its terrodome, when you see my clique you need to run behind sh** You got a gat you better find it And use that sh**, think fast and get reminded Of robberies in Manhattan, you know what happened 60 G's worth of gun clapping Who shot ya? You probably screamed louder than an opera New York got ya, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch What you think you can't get bucked again? Once again [Hook ] It's the infamous 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 Drop a gem on em