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

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

Yo son what's

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

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

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

E Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's cock
niggas I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum career's lookin critical
Reach for this, being a criminal
Look in your eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna fuck that
I need at least figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive wit me
Ask the last bitch that tried to and get me
Talk paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all
And be mine, by law
Why me Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in
the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can
Fuck them other with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M stick
But now the Bentley is all get more on the dick
This for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas
remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas home

Word up, the new album be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
Out of one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...

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

[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 Prada on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You turn me on, me standin up
I wish that I could prove to you I'm man enough
I come up to job and handcuff your boss
Throw nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the machine
Make copies of your kitten with my in between
Then I take you to the window so the can see
I'm down on my knees, let your world be free
Curl come get up on this desk with me
Multiple orgasms is 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 off two at a time
That
Disrespect you and make you mine

Slay]
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 some more of that

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

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

[DJ
As we keep it movin, brand new
We call 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

voice]
Honey on the

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

[Amil]

Baby you wearin right now

[Amil] Hot

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

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

You see you runnin up my
Mama hear me but you just too ill
I get your flicks up, stereo low
flavored grease beneath my elbow
If I was there what you do

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

Ahh man, just a bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor
Aight, LL Cool J
August

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

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that L up in the back
quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you back
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
My rain won't end, my crown don't
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 revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record labels til the gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma to your bone
I got a tank on the nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the
If you could match a third of my you blessed

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

Thank you, God bless you, night...