Drop A Gem On ’Em

By Mobb Deep

On Back From Hiatus

Released on August 25, 1996

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[Intro]

(Once again)

Once again


[Chorus: Havoc]

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


[Verse 1: Havoc]

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


[Chorus: Havoc]

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


[Interlude: Prodigy]

Drop a gem on 'em, son

You know I got jewels, infinite, son

Yo


[Verse 2: Prodigy]

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 digits

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


[Chorus: Havoc]

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