[Redman] hah [Method] [Redman]
[LL Cool J] Make it [Redman] I'm Bankhead bounce! [LL Cool J] No [Redman] Aiyyo yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two four five six seven the hot [LL Cool J] that sound like heaven Seven six five three two one My mon Meth-Tical come and get
Man] Playin my position, hot one, for all the sick ones, confliction Posionous sickening, best believe finger itchin with two legs, now I'm trippin on cliche, shot that ricochets trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, no one above me Look good but ugly, tap your jaw from my punch, your son and you Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin Fuckin punk, get a speed bump through A single make your knees knock, respect Wu
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin ex hoe I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the gobblin Shit I'm drivin in, with funk halogen Terrorize city, from the spliff committee Kick ass till both turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the see When I approach be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the Absolut, I love to to the roots I keep comin til your pour from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the Tell you fuck you my attitude is
I'm the nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin niggaz to life When you look at me enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and I'll call your bluff like, "Yo, how many you got?" I think I'll go on for more Milleniums Mazda's got on the car lot And there's to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who act fly and get down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and on who ain't close enough to shit on Zero to sixty? I'm doin a hundred when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga want it
Stay out the dark, if I catch you when the sun is down Run it clown, up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down When in doubt, however skull goes, it's be that See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, that Where we at, do your value your life, as as your possesions? Don't be a nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and better to live Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, to give than receive, what I say when I tell you Don't make me put your where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you for it baby a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby so I can hit you up on front teeth, you I'm sweet? Want heat? One deep, him behind, front seat
Aiyyo, one two [Red] four [Red] six [Red] Blaze the hot [Method] Shine like six [Meth] four three two one [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, get some!
[LL J] When sons fantasize of borrowing flows tell shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) The symbol on my arm is off to challengers You hold the rusty swords I the Excalibur How dare you up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewher on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your I'ma do this shit for free this this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you in feces one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard") Every little boy wanna up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real But that's like up a ball, playin with Mike at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin For rappers in my circle I'm a disease Ringmaster, bringin a cub to his knees (uhh) In the history of rap never seen such prominence Your confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to mic on my arm If it ever my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't wanna that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you socalize And I'm daring every MC in the to play yourself out position, and my name I make a rhyme for every in your name Go for every time your grimy ass was on the train your mouth don't ever step out of line LL J nigga, greatest of all time