Mobb Deep - Drop A Gem on ’Em (2Pac Diss) lyrics

(Once again) once again

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
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

Sick and tired
Ugly fake crooks need to retire
They got you gassed
Take a match and smack fire out your
Maggot ass, Havoc represent for the QBC
Smoke that ass like a loosie
Though I need to quit fuck 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 nothin' but the real shit
Presentin'
The hollow-tip crew, 41st side convention
Stride full, you half-steppin'
Like a fresh TEC out of the box, yo, niggas
I'm testin'
That's no question, bitch-ass
Have you confessin'
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 givin' me props
Plus the fans that you got
Wonderin' what's got you hot it's Tu-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
'cause you don't know who you fuckin' with

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
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

Drop a gem on 'em, son
You know I got jewels, infinite, son yo

Yeah, likewise
Tired of rap guys that's faggots
Yeah, P'll shut eyes and swole
Up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet
Hit up your backside
Get claptized and set straight
Put on your head straight
Watch out for these upstate cats
Be leery of New Yiddy niggas with gats
With the wall on they back
Rikers Island flashbacks of the house
You got scufted in
You would think that gettin'
Your head shot's enough, but then
Now you wanna go at my team
Must have been drunk when you wrote that shit
Too bad you had to did it to your own self
My rebellion, retaliate
I had the whole New York state
Aimin' 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 niggas
Ready to rock your shit clocks tick
Your days are numbered in low digit's
You look suspicious
Suspect niggas is bitches
Get chopped up, Grade A meat
Somethin' delicious
And laced back up, two 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
It's Terrordome, when you see my clique
You need to run behind shit
You got a gat, you better find it
And use that shit
Think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan
You know what happened
Sixty G's worth of gun clappin'
Who shot ya?
You probably screamed louder than an opera
New York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What 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 drop a gem on 'em
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