LL Cool J

LL Cool J - 4 3 2 1 E Dub Remix

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HUHHHHHH!
 [Erick Sermon] Def Jam  No Limits
 [Master P] No Limit
 [Erick Sermon] Def Squad
 [Redman] Wu Tang  and beyond

 [Redman] Aiyyo  one two three four five six seven
 Blaze the hot
 [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
 Seven six five four three two one
 My mon Meth Tical come and get some

 [Method Man]
 Playin my position  hot Nixon
 This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
 Posionous darts sickening, 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, watch your son and you
 Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
 Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
 A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

 [Redman]
 Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
 Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
 The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
 While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
 Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
 Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
 Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
 Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
 Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
 Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
 When I approach rappers be takin notes
 I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
 Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
 I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
 Vigilante hardcore to the penis
 Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

 [Canibus]
 I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
 I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
 Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
 Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
 When you look at me long enough, I 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 think I'll go on
 for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
 And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
 Nigga, I call your bluff like you 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

 [DMX]
 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
 When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
 See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
 Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
 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 your 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'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
 so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
 Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

 [Master P]
 Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
 Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
 I break bread with the ballers
 Professional killers, and shot callers
 I got game from the South to the West to the East
 to the middle now remember me
 A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
 Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
 UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
 The party don't stop but it get buckwild
 Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one
 See a shorty, let's play one
 for the cookies you can't be a rookie
 I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me
 Master P rock bells, hell
 But I gotta give it up to my homey LL

 [Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
 [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
 Blaze the hot trizack
 [Method] Shine like heaven
 Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
 [Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
 [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!

 [LL Cool J]
 When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
 tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
 The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
 You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
 How dare you step up in my dimension
 Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
 Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
 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 pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
 Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
 Snappin, you ameteur MC's
 Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
 For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
 Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
 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 socalize
 And I'm daring every MC in the game
 to play yourself out position, and mention my name
 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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Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Recordings

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Hot, Hot, Hot (1998)

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