4,3,2,1 - LL COOL J, Method Man, Redman

hahh hah

yeah yeahhh

make it butter

Im gonna bankhead bounce!

no doubt

aiyyo watch yo mouth!

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 Im trippin

On mcs 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 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 Im drivin in, come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee

Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty

Gritty, smack the drivers 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

Im the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type wholl 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 Ill call your bluff

Like, «yo, how many rhymes you got?

«I think Ill go on For more milleniums than mazdas got on the car lot

And theres 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 aint close enough to shit on Zero to sixty?

Im already doin a hundred

When Im 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 Im gon gun it down

When in doubt, however skull goes, its gon be that

See that, that shitll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?

Dont be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson

Im gon get you either way, and its better to live

Let me get whats between your sock, cause its, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you

Dont make me put your somewhere where nobodyll smell you

And when the lights is out, they dont come back on This aint a flick you aint gon come back on, you aint that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby

Youse a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby

So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think Im sweet?

Want heat?

one deep, leave him behind, front seat

aiyyo, 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!

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

Ima do this shit for free this time this ones 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 thats like pickin up a ball, playin with mike

Swingin at ken griffey or challengin roy to a fight

Snappin, you ameteur mcs

Dont you know Im like the dream team tourin overseas

For rappers in my circle Im a deadly disease

Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)

In the history of rap theyve never seen such prominence

Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)

Now lets get back to this mic on my arm

If it ever left my side itd transform into a time bomb

You dont wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize

And you dont wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize

And Im 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 dont ever step out of line

Ll cool j nigga, greatest of all time