Ll Cool J - 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) Lyrics

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HUHHHHHH!

[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

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[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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