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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
Street sweepers you know how it's goin down

Yo son poppin?

Slay]
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL
Ill Bomb was it man
But I know y'all got in store man

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

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

E Pluribus Unum is the I'ma drop
make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum career's lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the is subliminal
You wanna freestyle that
I need at least seven figures to touch that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive wit me
Ask the last that tried to come and get me
Talk paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can talk about
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why name me Greatest Of All
Because for fifteen years I kept y'all in line
Lovin the way I shine and my combine
With the ruggedest, illest that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of bitch
in the days it was the M fast 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 and the crew, y'all niggas come home

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

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called That
I'm in the house my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going
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 that I deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede your thigh
Actin like my chrome twenties aint your eye
I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I could to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the off
sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten my chin 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 tongue come get up on desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your

[LL and
Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
That
It aint my fault that my collide
Imagine
Knock your off two at a time
That
Disrespect you and make you mine

Slay]
Ahh man I like the way this shit is down
DJ Enuff it up on the ones 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
Collabo man, Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel baby, [keep it going]

I'm [what nigga] outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky dike bitches in cages
Paid in full European shit, fuck
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last
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 paper for
And diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass get laced with car bombs
For being overcritical uncle get it on
I burn your magazine, intervene
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, brand new
We call this one Hello, featuring
Aight, big up the whole crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., 22nd
Go cop in the stores
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 it's over the phone, it's to do it raw
Imagine every world we could both

[Amil]

Baby what you right now

Hot pants

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 with my shoulders back
Nigga you that

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

[Amil] I'd lay you on your
or Die daddy and I love it like 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 Biggie
No disrespect, but y'all how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man Master P and Puff y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know what he's
The L L C O O L J, spell shit

black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, nigga L up in the back
Three mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I up, you step back
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
My rain won't end, my crown 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 on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas afraid
these record labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin
If you want it, and get it, bring it to the death
If you could a third of my success you blessed

That's right y'all, LL 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 before we it down, aight
I bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy out here son

Thank you, God bless you, night...