Get Dealt With - Mobb Deep

I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo

Palms break him down, Rapper Noyd cut his throat

Don scoop 'em up, ah, Gotti stomp 'em out

Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up

Nitty turn his face to me and let me wake 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 the team positioned, ready for face-off

We blitz like Dallas in the Superbowl faceoff

We form like niggas in the yard up north

With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost

And take your 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 a sick

Lunatic nigga jump up but got hit

With Macs and Tecs and silencers spit

Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit

That’s the sound of a nigga, almost felt it

Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin'

Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your shirt, it’s meltin' in

You bleed again, you just another nigga dealt with

Intruder Alert!

Our house is nothin' like the Covenant

We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven

Yo, if it ain’t drama, money or bum, broke bitches

Simple minded niggas, out for Havoc position

That’s opposition, wettin' me competition

Suddenly and outta the blue and now I see

Find myself, by myself and rollin' mad trees

Paranoid on point and now I see who’s who

Distinguish fake ones outta the immediate crew

Life I take one if you jeopardize mine, duke

You’re small, minute, got a deck 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 Outbreak

You order drama, we outtake, then take you out

Keep it real and throw the fake out

Raise the stakes up, hit you up from the waist up

That’s how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up

But our beats bangin', got ya whole clique singin'

On a corner while it’s rainin', 4 pound left ya ears ringin'

Delete those and keep my shit discrete

Niggas is trash rhymin', totally offbeat

And outta sync with they life, E & J bent tight

Niggas, slow ya roll

Ya speedin', now you bleedin' tonight for no reason

Wanna be macks and thugs, get smacked, show no love

Crush your team like a bear hug

The Infamous’ll do dirt that’ll smear like mud

New York, New Yitty, Queens, 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

Who on top of boom gat-for-gat

And all the wolves 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 blowing outta your back

What the deal with them tough looks and eye contact?

Starin' all up in your cornea, your cornea lack

The look of a true-to-life

Crime niggas attack

Go at the first nigga that front and overreact

Ya get dealt with

Dealt with quick

Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it