1 definition by Big Noyd
Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
Pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
Your 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, dont 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 chppoed up, grade a meat, somethin delicious
And laced back up, 2 gs, one for stitches
Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My mobbs like a bunch of wild puerto ricans
Wit bangers the size of african spears
Its warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
Its 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 gs and one for gun clappin
Who shot ya? youd probably scream louder than an opera
New york gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What makes you think you cant 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
Its the infamous..
Prod pwning 2Pac on Mobb classic 'Drop A Gem On em'
Pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
Your 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, dont 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 chppoed up, grade a meat, somethin delicious
And laced back up, 2 gs, one for stitches
Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My mobbs like a bunch of wild puerto ricans
Wit bangers the size of african spears
Its warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
Its 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 gs and one for gun clappin
Who shot ya? youd probably scream louder than an opera
New york gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What makes you think you cant 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
Its the infamous..
Prod pwning 2Pac on Mobb classic 'Drop A Gem On em'
by Big Noyd January 7, 2007