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[DJ
Ayo, the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat

[DJ Kay
Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around way
sweepers baby you know how it's goin down

Yo son what's

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL
Ill Bomb was it man
But I know got more in store man

Yo son we here at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City
We got the brand new flavors LL Cool J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this crackin

[LL J]
Ayo is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the gutter to the
It's LL Cool J nigga, I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
We get down, we get down baby
Check shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album drop
It'll you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten platinum your career's lookin critical
Reach for this, being a criminal
in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle that
I need at least seven figures to even that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of
a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the bitch that tried to come and get me
about paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can about awards
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why name me Greatest Of All
Because for fifteen years I y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics
With the ruggedest, beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with 9 or 10 hits
My hits run as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M fast
But now the is all get more whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island
That remember I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home

Word up, the new album gon' be the baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Of All Time...

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL J
Featuring LeShaun, called Imagine That
I'm in the with my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, is how it's going down
on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling I can't deny
You got the boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin like my twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I slow down, the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You me on, keep me standin up
I that I could prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
Throw that nigga in the and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy
Make copies of your with my chin in between
Then I you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your be free
Curl tongue come get up on desk with me
orgasms is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
That
It aint my that my broads collide
That
Knock your girls off two at a
That
Disrespect you and still you mine

[Kay
Ahh man I like the way this is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the and twos [record scratching]
Hit me up with more of that flavor

Ayo Bimmy, it's a the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, a Rock the Bells, Def Jam
man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel baby, [keep it going]

I'm [what nigga] outrageous
Turn like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in
Paid in full shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I him last year
But the L still here, watch face, clear
Love a to give me head while I shampoo her hair
Head to the baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I been gettin for years
And diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get laced car bombs
For being with uncle get it on
I burn your magazine, god'll
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, brand new
We this one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the Roc-A-Fella crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August
Go cop that in the
Big up to all the ladies, aight,

[LL and 6X
Hello,
Yo, yo

[woman's
Honey on the

the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I it hardcore
When over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every world we could explore

Hello

Baby you wearin right now

[Amil] Hot

My girl aint around get down
And I hope the tapped let's pretend you on my lap

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and with my shoulders back
Nigga you like

You see you runnin up my
Mama might me but you just too ill
I get your flicks lined up, low
Cherry flavored grease my elbow
If I was there would you do

[Amil] I'd lay you on back
Ride or Die daddy and I love it that

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of
Aight, LL J baby
22nd

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Smalls
No disrespect, but y'all know how I
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know what called
The L L C O O L J, spell that

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds Yankee hats
flash, that nigga L up in the back
Three mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you back
ya, execution other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit
My rain won't end, my don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, my age
Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint
Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin
The war zone, I'ma to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm home
If you it, come and get it, bring it to the death
If you could match a of my success you blessed

That's y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, 22nd, go cop that
Don't with the bootleggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for it down wit me
Aight, and before we it down, aight
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy out here son

Thank you, God bless you, night...