Lyrics Drop A Gem On 'Em - Mobb Deep
It′s
the
infamous
back
in
the
house
once
again
Livin
the
life
that
of
diamonds
and
guns
And
now
gems
pulls
gats
Like
a
basehead
pulls
on
stems
The
Mobb
got
the
bomb
run
out
and
tell
a
friend
Drop
A
Gem
On
Em.
Verse
One:
Havoc
Take
a
tire,
all
these
fake
crooks
need
to
retire
They
gotcha
gassed,
takin
back
and
snatch
fire
outcha
Maggot
ass,
Havoc
represent
for
the
Q-B-C
Smoke
that
ass
like
a
lucie.tho
I
need
to
quit
Fuck
it,
I
love
it
like
a
cloud
Over
the
projects
your
game
Im
above
it
Its
combat,
gats
bangers
and
all
that
You'se
a
small
cat,
whatever
you
on
get
off
that
I
mention,
nuthin
but
the
real
shit
presentin
The
hollow
tip
crew
41st
side
convention
Try
for?
you
half-steppin
Like
a
fresh
tec
out
of
the
box
Yo
niggas
I′m
testin
(There's
no
question)
Bitch
ass
have
you
confessin
Like
a
D-T
left
in
state
of
depression
You
under
pressure,
intact
no
doubt
catcher
The
snitch-snatcher
tookin
wit
asthma
You
casper,
you
yell
my
name
Thats
only
givin
me
props
Plus
the
fans
that
you
got,
wonderin
whats
got
you
hot
Its
too
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,
you
don't
know
who
you
fuckin
wit)
Chorus:
repeat
2X
It′s
the
Infamous
back
in
the
house
once
again
Livin
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
Two:
Prodigy
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,
don′t
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 G's,
one
for
stitches
Then
reconstruct
your
face
and
learn
how
to
speak
again
My
Mobb′s
like
a
bunch
of
wild
Puerto
Ricans
Wit
bangers
the
size
of
African
spears
It's
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
g′s
and
one
for
gun
clappin
Who
Shot
Ya?
You'd
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.
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