| Song | Get The Drop On Em |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | Mr. Smith |
| I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale | |
| Next step throw a stack up on the third rail | |
| The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted | |
| You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted | |
| I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter | |
| For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter | |
| Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin | |
| I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit | |
| Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out | |
| I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount | |
| Mispronounced, how do LL bounce | |
| And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush | |
| Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight | |
| Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night | |
| Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me | |
| His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be | |
| （Say what?） | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects | |
| Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek | |
| Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques | |
| He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque | |
| You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons | |
| Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising | |
| You clowns know when I bring forth the heat | |
| Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet | |
| I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas | |
| Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers | |
| I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live | |
| I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give | |
| Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch | |
| What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit | |
| Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict | |
| Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics | |
| Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress | |
| Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress | |
| I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done | |
| And dick ya down in front of everyone | |
| Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason | |
| To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season | |
| I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum | |
| Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum | |
| I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat | |
| Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that | |
| Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs | |
| Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign | |
| Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine | |
| You never hear a nigga like me, never in time | |
| I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip | |
| I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit | |
| It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks | |
| I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves | |
| I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose | |
| With the blues light my fuse, allow me | |
| To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be | |
| My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs | |
| Crystal clear so you can hear every word | |
| Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it | |
| I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot! |
| I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale | |
| Next step throw a stack up on the third rail | |
| The undisputed, I' m never ever diluted or polluted | |
| You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it' s deep rooted | |
| I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter | |
| For underestimatin as I' m creatin the butter | |
| Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I' m droppin | |
| I' m wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit | |
| Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out | |
| I' m wreckin niggas onebyone but then I miscount | |
| Mispronounced, how do LL bounce | |
| And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush | |
| Ya slippin, I' m grippin microphones real tight | |
| Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night | |
| Deliver messages, the prophecy' s in me | |
| His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be | |
| Say what? | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects | |
| Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek | |
| Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques | |
| He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque | |
| You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons | |
| Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising | |
| You clowns know when I bring forth the heat | |
| Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet | |
| I' m on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas | |
| Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers | |
| I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live | |
| I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give | |
| Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch | |
| What? Drama! You can' t believe how I deliver bomb shit | |
| Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict | |
| Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics | |
| Found his ol' Earth' s burner underneath the mattress | |
| Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress | |
| I take ya motherfuckers onebyone and show ya how it' s done | |
| And dick ya down in front of everyone | |
| Bitch niggas ain' t got no type of reason | |
| To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season | |
| I' m freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out' cha rectum | |
| Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum | |
| I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat | |
| Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that | |
| Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs | |
| Lay that motherfucker' s shit down, nigga resign | |
| Don' t lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine | |
| You never hear a nigga like me, never in time | |
| I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip | |
| I can' t believe you niggas forgot who rip shit | |
| It' s ' 96 and niggas like to hold they dicks | |
| I' m breakin shit aside ya doctor' s can' t fix | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves | |
| I' m bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose | |
| With the blues light my fuse, allow me | |
| To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be | |
| My technique' s superb when I' m pissin on these herbs | |
| Crystal clear so you can hear every word | |
| Fuck the goodiegoodie or your moms might hear it | |
| I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas | |
| Uh, I get da drop on you niggas | |
| I blow it, I make it hot! |