Get Dealt With Lyrics
| Song | Get Dealt With |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Hell on Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's all on my motherfukin' niggaz | |
| Y'knowhamsayin'? | |
| Word up, and to all my niggaz too | |
| It's word up, son | |
| For them other niggas on home y'knowhamsayin'? | |
| I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo | |
| Harms break 'em down, rapper | |
| Noyd cut his throat | |
| Don swoop 'em up or | |
| Gotti stomp 'em out | |
| Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up | |
| Knitty turn his face to me and let me break him up | |
| I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face | |
| So big, it almost took his whole face off | |
| We got to take position, ready for face-off | |
| With blitz like | |
| Dallas, ain't no | |
| Superbowl face-off | |
| We form like niggas in the yard up north | |
| With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost | |
| And take ya life lost, never found again, boss | |
| A job well done, relax, throw back fifths | |
| Of Bacardi | |
| Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit | |
| Fuckin' with the fabulous | |
| Mobb, yeah, you were sick | |
| Lunatic nigga, jump up or got hit | |
| With max and teks and silencers spit | |
| Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit | |
| That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it | |
| Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin' | |
| Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your shirt, it's meltin' it | |
| You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with | |
| Intruder alert, our house is nothin' like the | |
| CovenantWe hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven | |
| Well, if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches | |
| Simple minded niggas, | |
| Alpha have it positioned | |
| That's opposition, wettin' me, competition | |
| Suddenly and outta tha blue and now | |
| I seeFar myself, by myself and rollin' mad trees | |
| Paranoid on point and now | |
| I see who's who | |
| This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew | |
| Life, I take one if you jeopardize my do | |
| You're small, minute, gotta death to deal with aces up | |
| You over-bidded and in the | |
| Bridge, you got stuck | |
| This ain't a card game but in perspective, it's the same | |
| Put two and two together, | |
| Mobb Deep with one name | |
| Contain drama like | |
| OutbreakYou order drama, we outtake, then take you out | |
| Keep it real and throw the fake out | |
| Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up | |
| It's how it is and how it is, it's kinda fucked up | |
| Butter beats bangin', got ya whole clique singin' | |
| On a corner while it's rainin', 4 pound left cha ears ringin' | |
| Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme | |
| Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light | |
| E&J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll | |
| Ya speedin', now ya bleedin' tonight for no reason | |
| Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love | |
| Crush ya team like the bear hug | |
| The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud | |
| New York new get-it-greens, | |
| I feel no pity, no remorse | |
| Takin' it to the | |
| Source of course | |
| Bare that ass thug real, kid, it's only your mask | |
| That you wear, take off | |
| Cop out feel the blast, boom | |
| On top, boom boom, gat for gat | |
| And all the rules got the drop on you | |
| And let the nickel nine pop on you | |
| Yo, my crew in the front got it locked | |
| My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin' outta your back | |
| What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact? | |
| Starin' all up in ya cornea, you cornea lack | |
| The look of a true to life, crime niggas attack | |
| Go at the first nigga that front and over-react | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| Dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it |
| zuo ci : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, it' s all on my motherfukin' niggaz | |
| Y' knowhamsayin'? | |
| Word up, and to all my niggaz too | |
| It' s word up, son | |
| For them other niggas on home y' knowhamsayin'? | |
| I got my clique ready, ready for handtohand combo | |
| Harms break ' em down, rapper | |
| Noyd cut his throat | |
| Don swoop ' em up or | |
| Gotti stomp ' em out | |
| Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up | |
| Knitty turn his face to me and let me break him up | |
| I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face | |
| So big, it almost took his whole face off | |
| We got to take position, ready for faceoff | |
| With blitz like | |
| Dallas, ain' t no | |
| Superbowl faceoff | |
| We form like niggas in the yard up north | |
| With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost | |
| And take ya life lost, never found again, boss | |
| A job well done, relax, throw back fifths | |
| Of Bacardi | |
| Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit | |
| Fuckin' with the fabulous | |
| Mobb, yeah, you were sick | |
| Lunatic nigga, jump up or got hit | |
| With max and teks and silencers spit | |
| Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit | |
| That' s the sound of a nigga who almost felt it | |
| Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin' | |
| Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your shirt, it' s meltin' it | |
| You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with | |
| Intruder alert, our house is nothin' like the | |
| CovenantWe hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven | |
| Well, if it ain' t drama, money above broke bitches | |
| Simple minded niggas, | |
| Alpha have it positioned | |
| That' s opposition, wettin' me, competition | |
| Suddenly and outta tha blue and now | |
| I seeFar myself, by myself and rollin' mad trees | |
| Paranoid on point and now | |
| I see who' s who | |
| This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew | |
| Life, I take one if you jeopardize my do | |
| You' re small, minute, gotta death to deal with aces up | |
| You overbidded and in the | |
| Bridge, you got stuck | |
| This ain' t a card game but in perspective, it' s the same | |
| Put two and two together, | |
| Mobb Deep with one name | |
| Contain drama like | |
| OutbreakYou order drama, we outtake, then take you out | |
| Keep it real and throw the fake out | |
| Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up | |
| It' s how it is and how it is, it' s kinda fucked up | |
| Butter beats bangin', got ya whole clique singin' | |
| On a corner while it' s rainin', 4 pound left cha ears ringin' | |
| Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme | |
| Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light | |
| E J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll | |
| Ya speedin', now ya bleedin' tonight for no reason | |
| Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love | |
| Crush ya team like the bear hug | |
| The Infamous' ll do dirt, dead as smear like mud | |
| New York new getitgreens, | |
| I feel no pity, no remorse | |
| Takin' it to the | |
| Source of course | |
| Bare that ass thug real, kid, it' s only your mask | |
| That you wear, take off | |
| Cop out feel the blast, boom | |
| On top, boom boom, gat for gat | |
| And all the rules got the drop on you | |
| And let the nickel nine pop on you | |
| Yo, my crew in the front got it locked | |
| My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin' outta your back | |
| What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact? | |
| Starin' all up in ya cornea, you cornea lack | |
| The look of a true to life, crime niggas attack | |
| Go at the first nigga that front and overreact | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| Dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Muchita | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, it' s all on my motherfukin' niggaz | |
| Y' knowhamsayin'? | |
| Word up, and to all my niggaz too | |
| It' s word up, son | |
| For them other niggas on home y' knowhamsayin'? | |
| I got my clique ready, ready for handtohand combo | |
| Harms break ' em down, rapper | |
| Noyd cut his throat | |
| Don swoop ' em up or | |
| Gotti stomp ' em out | |
| Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up | |
| Knitty turn his face to me and let me break him up | |
| I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face | |
| So big, it almost took his whole face off | |
| We got to take position, ready for faceoff | |
| With blitz like | |
| Dallas, ain' t no | |
| Superbowl faceoff | |
| We form like niggas in the yard up north | |
| With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost | |
| And take ya life lost, never found again, boss | |
| A job well done, relax, throw back fifths | |
| Of Bacardi | |
| Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit | |
| Fuckin' with the fabulous | |
| Mobb, yeah, you were sick | |
| Lunatic nigga, jump up or got hit | |
| With max and teks and silencers spit | |
| Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit | |
| That' s the sound of a nigga who almost felt it | |
| Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin' | |
| Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your shirt, it' s meltin' it | |
| You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with | |
| Intruder alert, our house is nothin' like the | |
| CovenantWe hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven | |
| Well, if it ain' t drama, money above broke bitches | |
| Simple minded niggas, | |
| Alpha have it positioned | |
| That' s opposition, wettin' me, competition | |
| Suddenly and outta tha blue and now | |
| I seeFar myself, by myself and rollin' mad trees | |
| Paranoid on point and now | |
| I see who' s who | |
| This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew | |
| Life, I take one if you jeopardize my do | |
| You' re small, minute, gotta death to deal with aces up | |
| You overbidded and in the | |
| Bridge, you got stuck | |
| This ain' t a card game but in perspective, it' s the same | |
| Put two and two together, | |
| Mobb Deep with one name | |
| Contain drama like | |
| OutbreakYou order drama, we outtake, then take you out | |
| Keep it real and throw the fake out | |
| Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up | |
| It' s how it is and how it is, it' s kinda fucked up | |
| Butter beats bangin', got ya whole clique singin' | |
| On a corner while it' s rainin', 4 pound left cha ears ringin' | |
| Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme | |
| Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light | |
| E J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll | |
| Ya speedin', now ya bleedin' tonight for no reason | |
| Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love | |
| Crush ya team like the bear hug | |
| The Infamous' ll do dirt, dead as smear like mud | |
| New York new getitgreens, | |
| I feel no pity, no remorse | |
| Takin' it to the | |
| Source of course | |
| Bare that ass thug real, kid, it' s only your mask | |
| That you wear, take off | |
| Cop out feel the blast, boom | |
| On top, boom boom, gat for gat | |
| And all the rules got the drop on you | |
| And let the nickel nine pop on you | |
| Yo, my crew in the front got it locked | |
| My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin' outta your back | |
| What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact? | |
| Starin' all up in ya cornea, you cornea lack | |
| The look of a true to life, crime niggas attack | |
| Go at the first nigga that front and overreact | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| You get dealt with, dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it | |
| Dealt with quick | |
| Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it |
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