4,3,2,1
LL Cool J
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Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot Trizack it sound like heaven 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some Player my position, hot Nixon This one for all the sick ones, infliction Poisonous darts sickenin' Best believe finger itchin' With two proclay Now I'm trippin' on MC's Cliche Shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles Hit the wicked ways Gotta love me G-O-D no one above me Look up but f*ck ugly Techna jaw from a punch buggy Sunnin' you Got you shittin' in your last ? Runnin' who Fucking punk Hit a speed bump coming through A single shot make you meet love respect Wu Aiyo I put it on a nigga Shit it on a nigga Turn a Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release time ? (explodes) While you got sit up I was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low petro your metro Politics keep the chicken heads gobolin' Shit I'm drivin' in come with full polygin' Terrorize your city from the spliff committee Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty Gritty smack the drivers head in the gypsy When I approach rappers be takin' notes Drop like I shoulda invented the rain coat Absolute I love to burn to the root I keep coming till your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you f*ck you my attitude is anemic I'm the illest nigga alive watch me prove it I snatch a crown with your head still attached to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life When you look at me long enough I start to read your thoughts If the signal is strong enough and then I'll call your bluff Like yo how many rhymes you got I will go for more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya Nigga I call your bluff like you had a phone numba Who want to see Cannibus get wild Who want to act wild 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 doing 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 Wherever stone goes it's gon' be there See that That shit'll finish you dawg Believe that Where we at Do your 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 in your sock because it's better to give Than receive believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put your somewhere were nobody can smell ya And when the lights is out they don't come back on This ain't a flick they 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 pig nigga ski mask for it baby So I can hit you up on front teeth You get dumb sweet you want heat You want deep leave 'em behind Aiyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 Blaze the hot trizack Shine like heaven 7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Come on Mr. Smith come get some My young son's fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed This symbol on my arm is off limit to challengers You hold and bust the swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'm a 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 want to 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 playin' with Mike Swingin' at Ken Griffy or challenging Roy to a fight Snappin' your amateur 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 In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance 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 want to bar that you want to idolize And you don't want to make me mad nigga you want to socialize 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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Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, EARL SIMMONS, ERICK SERMON, GERMAINE WILLIAMS, JAMES TODD SMITH, REGGIE NOBLE
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