LL Cool J, Method Man, Redman, Canibus, DMX - 4,3,2,1 lyrics

[LL Cool J, Method Man, Redman, Canibus, DMX - 4,3,2,1 lyrics]

Ay carumba i'm gonna Bankhead bounce
No doubt watch your mouth

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven
Seven, six, five, four to three, two, one
Mo'mon, Meth Tical, come and get some

Playing my position, hot Nick, son
This one, for all the sick ones, infliction
Poisonous darts sickenin', best believe
Finger itchin' with two broke legs
Now I'm trippin'
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble, bust bubbles
Hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D, no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly
Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sonning you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie
Running who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through
A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu

Yo, ayo, I put it on a nigga
Shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (Explode)
When you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho
Shit, I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm driving in come with fog halogen
Terrorize your city from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach, rappers be taking notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep cummin' 'til your pour
Sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anaemic

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown with ya
Head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beating niggas to death and beating
Dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough
I'll start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough
And then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Millenniums than
Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run to
When I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like
It had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild?
Who wanna act fly and get shot
Down with a surface-to-air missile?
I take 'em on in all shapes
Sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin'
A hundred when I'm blunted
And I give it to any nigga that want it

Stay out the dark
'cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that
Or I'm gon' gun it down
Run it now, however it's gon' go
It's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you, dog
Believe that where we at? Do you value your
Life as much as your possessions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way
And it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock
'cause it's better to give than receive
Believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put you somewhere
Where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out
They don't come back on
This ain't a flick, you ain't
Gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it
Baby
You's a big nigga, ski mask for it, baby
So I can hit you up on Front Street
You think I'm sweet
Want heat, one deep, leave him behind
Front seat

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack, shine like Heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on, Mr smith, come get some
(Some, some, some)

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big
Mouth the bank is closed (Ha, word up)
The symbol on my arm is
Off limit's to challengers
You hold the rusty swords
I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
(Uh, huh) your little ass should be
Somewhere crying on detention
Watch your mouth, better yet
Hold your tongue (Uh)
I'ma do this shit for free this time
This one's for fun blow you to pieces
Leave you covered in feces
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys
And live up to the real hype
But that's like picking up a ball
Playing with Mike (Uh, huh)
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challenging
Roy to a fight (Uh)
Snapping, you amateur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the
Dream Team touring overseas?
For rappers in my circle
I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringing a tiger cub to his knees
(Uh) in the history of rap
They've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed
By my dominance (Word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side
It'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that
You wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad, nigga
You wanna socialize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
To play yourself out position
And mention my name (LL)
I make a rhyme for every
Syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy
Ass was on the train
Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J, nigga, greatest of all time

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