4,3,2,1

[Intro: LL Cool J & Redman]

Ay carumba

I'm gonna Bankhead bounce

No doubt

Watch your mouth

[Chorus: LL Cool J & Redman]

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven

Seven, six, five, four to three, two, one

Mo'mon, Meth-Tical, come and get some

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Playing my position, hot Nick, son

This one, for all the sick ones, infliction

Poisonous darts sickenin', 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 sonning you

Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, running who?

Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through

A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu

[Verse 2: Redman & Method Man]

Yo, ayo, I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga

Turn a Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release, time pent up (Explode)

When you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho

Shit, I kept low, petro' your metro

Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'

Shit I'm driving in come with fog halogen

Terrorize your city from the spliff committee

Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty

Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy

When I approach, rappers be taking notes

I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat

Absolute, I love to burn to the roots

I keep cummin' 'til your pour sperm from your boots

Vigilante hardcore to the penis

Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anaemic

[Verse 3: Canibus]

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it

I snatch your crown with ya head still attached to it

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics

Beating niggas to death and beating dead niggas to life

When you look at me long enough, I'll 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 could go on for more Millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot

And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya

Nigga, I call your bluff like it 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

[Verse 4: 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

Run it now, however it's gon' go, it's gon' be that

See that, that shit'll finish you, dog, believe that

Where we at? Do you 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 between your sock 'cause it's better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you

Don't make me put you 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's a big nigga, ski mask for it, baby

So I can hit you up on Front Street, you think I'm sweet

Want heat, one deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Chorus 2: Redman & Method Man]

Ayo, 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 (Some, some, some)

[Verse 5: LL Cool J]

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows

Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (Ha, word up)

The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers

You hold the rusty swords, I swing the Excalibur

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 picking up a ball, playing with Mike (Uh-huh)

Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challenging Roy to a fight (Uh)

Snapping, you amateur MC's

Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team touring overseas?

For rappers in my circle, I'm a deadly disease

Ringmaster, bringing a tiger cub to his knees (Uh)

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 socialize

And I'm daring every MC in the game

To play yourself out position, and mention my name (LL)

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