[Redman] hah [Method] yeahhh
[LL Cool J] Make it [Redman] I'm Bankhead bounce! [LL J] No doubt [Redman] Aiyyo yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six the hot [LL Cool J] that sound like heaven six five four three two one My mon come and get some
[Method my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the ones, confliction darts sickening, best believe finger with two broke legs, now I'm trippin on cliche, shot that ricochets start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked love me, G-O-D no one above me Look but fuck ugly, tap your jaw from my punch, watch son and you Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin Fuckin punk, get a speed comin through A single shot make your knees knock, Wu
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a Turnin Christian to a certified The bomb I release, pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was your ex hoe Shit I low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads Shit I'm drivin in, come funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the committee Kick ass till both Timberlands turn Gritty, smack the head in the chin see When I approach be takin notes I drop like I shoulda the raincoat Absolut, I love to to the roots I comin til your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the Tell you fuck you my is anemic
I'm the nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown head still attatched to it Canibus is the who'll fight for mics niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and I'll call your bluff like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think go on for more than Mazda's got on the car lot And nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who act fly and get shot down a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes and forms and spit on who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty? I'm doin a hundred I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
Stay out the dark, cause if I you when the sun is down Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it When in doubt, however skull goes, gon' be that See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, that Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your Don't be a nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to Let me get what's your sock, cause it's, better to give than receive, believe I say when I tell you Don't make me put your where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it You'se a pink nigga, ski for it baby so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front
Aiyyo, one two [Red] [Meth] five six [Red] the hot trizack [Method] like heaven six [Meth] four [Meth] two one [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, get some!
[LL J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, up) The on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the How dare you step up in my Your little ass should be cryin on detention your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this shit for this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, you covered in feces with one thesis ("LL J is hard") little boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and up to the real hype But like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur Don't you I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas For rappers in my I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen prominence naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd into a time bomb You don't wanna that, you wanna idolize And you don't make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring MC in the game to play out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in name Go platinum for every your grimy ass was on the train Watch mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all