verse

Put him on the front line let me get em, (let me get em)
New York City red and black all denim, (all denim)
24 7 got them all fitting front and they all hitting
shot's at your mom's kitchen,
Pull up on your block in a all white expedition,
Hard headed nigga's never learn don't get caught slipping,
Oop's did I spill a little drink when your man's sipping,
All for the money like on holiday's and Thanksgiving,
Time for some excellence now they got me trap singing,
10 years ago I was caking off the tax season,
Everything is game like Kobe in the paint,
Got that NBA 2K money in the bank,
Got me driving off the road no control then sink,
Got me dancing all around Chris Brown Nsync,
Got the ball Dominique Wilkins Shawn Kemp,
Jump shot crossover slam dunk all net (Drop-Zone)

chorus

I get it i get it my flow Drop-Zone I'm wit it (wit it)
I get it i get it all blacked out New York yank fitted (wit it)
I get it i get it my flow Drop-Zone I'm wit it (wit it)
I get it i get it all blacked out New York yank fitted (wit it)

verse 2

Dam sure I get it admit it and no pretending I mention,
And got a stone in my head so they calling me vision,
And can't believe all the stress so I'm sitting here thinking,
And got some time to connect so we calling it even,
Never in my life had a nigga try to play me,
I been on the mic since the 90's 80's,
Yeah I was a baby running in the streets,
But had a thing for the lady's drive a nigga crazy,
Knew about the block's up on Broadway they payed me,
Took em to the spot up on 34th and macy;'s,
Homie kind of shady scarier than Kathy,
Knew he was a bitch ass homie kind of shaky,
Smoke a little hazy (little hazy)
I'm repping from The Bronx all day like a New York Yankee,
Drop-Zone take it how you want never rate me,
Tell it to your face all night even daily

chorus

I get it i get it my flow Drop-Zone I'm wit it (wit it)
I get it i get it all blacked out New York yank fitted (wit it)
I get it i get it my flow Drop-Zone I'm wit it (wit it)
I get it i get it all blacked out New York yank fitted (wit it)

outro

No back to the wall I stand like a man,
Don't close that door better grab my hand,
Stand back 6 feet give me space my man,
Don't stare to long might make me mad,
No back to the wall I stand like a man,
Don't close that door better grab my hand,
Stand back 6 feet give me space my man,
Don't stare to long might make me mad