LL Cool J - 4, 3, 2, 1 Lyrics
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 sevenBlaze the hot[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heavenSeven six five four three two oneMy mon meth-tical come and get some[method man]Playin my position, hot nixonThis one, for all the sick ones, conflictionPosionous darts sickening, best believeFinger itchin with two broke legs, now i'm trippinOn mc's cliche, shot that ricochetsStart trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked waysGotta love me, g-o-d no one above meLook good but ***** ugly, tap your jawFrom my punch buggy sunnin youGot you shittin in your last huggie, runnin who?*****in punk, get a speed bump comin throughA single shot make your knees knock, respect wu[redman]Aiyyo i put it on a nigga, shit it on a niggaTurnin christian to a certified sinnerThe bomb i release, time pent up (explodes)While you got set up i was hittin your ex hoeShit i kept low, petro' your metroPolitic, keep the chickenheads gobblinShit i'm drivin in, come with funk halogenTerrorize your city, from the spliff committeeKick ass till both timberlands turn shittyGritty, smack the driver's head in the chin seeWhen i approach rappers be takin notesI drop like i shoulda invented the raincoatAbsolut, i love to burn to the rootsI keep comin til your pour sperm from your bootsVigilante hardcore to the penisTell you ***** you my attitude is anemic[canibus]I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove itI snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to itCanibus is the type who'll fight for micsBeatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to lifeWhen you look at me long enough, i start to read your thoughtsIf the signal was strong enough, and then i'll call your bluffLike, "yo, how many rhymes you got?" i think i'll go onFor more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lotAnd there's nowhere to run ta, when i confront yaNigga, i call your bluff like you had a phone numberWho wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly andGet shot down with a surface-to-air missileI take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit onAnybody who ain't close enough to shit onZero to sixty? i'm already doin a hundredWhen 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 downRun it clown, come up off that, or i'm gon' gun it downWhen in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be thatSee that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe thatWhere we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lessonI'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to liveLet me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to giveThan receive, believe what i say when i tell youDon't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell youAnd when the lights is out, they don't come back onThis ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strongYou knew it was wrong, but you asked for it babyYou'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it babySo 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 rowdyGot homies from the n-o to the n-y, bout it bout itI break bread with the ballersProfessional killers, and shot callersI got game from the south to the west to the eastTo the middle now remember meA young nigga with the gold teeth bumpinKeep the crowd jumpin, gotta say somethingUnnnnnnnnnnnngggghhh, now have a coke and a smileThe party don't stop but it get buckwildPass the hennessey and weed, just blaze oneSee a shorty, let's play oneFor the cookies you can't be a rookieI'm a no limit soldier, that's why they book meMaster p rock bells, hellBut i gotta give it up to my homey ll[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four[red] five [meth] six [red] sevenBlaze the hot trizack[method] shine like heavenSeven [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 flowsTell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengersYou hold the rusty swords i swing the excaliburHow dare you step up in my dimensionYour little ass should be somewher cryin on detentionWatch your mouth better yet hold your tongueI'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for funBlow you to pieces, leave you covered in fecesWith one thesis ("ll cool j is hard")Every little boy wanna pick up the micAnd try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hypeBut that's like pickin up a ball, playin with mikeSwingin at ken griffey or challengin roy to a fightSnappin, you ameteur mc'sDon't you know i'm like the dream team tourin overseasFor rappers in my circle i'm a deadly diseaseRingmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)In the history of rap they've never seen such prominenceYour naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)Now let's get back to this mic on my armIf it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bombYou don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolizeAnd you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalizeAnd i'm daring every mc in the gameTo play yourself out position, and mention my nameI make a rhyme for every syllable in your nameGo platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the trainWatch your mouth don't ever step out of lineLl cool j nigga, greatest of all time
