4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)

HUHHHHHH!

Def Jam, No Limits

No Limit

Def Squad

Wu-Tang, and beyond

Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven

Blaze the hot

trizack that sound like heaven

Seven six five four three two one

My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

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 Buggy sunnin 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

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

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

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

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

two three four

five six seven

Blaze the hot trizack

[Method] Shine like heaven

Seven six five four

three two one

[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!

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