LL Cool J
"Father" 12" single
4,3,2,1 (E-Dub Remix 6)
(featuring Method Man, Redman, Cannibus, DMX and Master P)
[Redman (LL Cool J)]
Hey yo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Blaze the hot (Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my mo Methical come and get some)
[Method Man]
Player my position
Hot nixon this one for all the sick ones, infliction
Poisonous darts sickenin
Best believe finger itchin
When two proclay
Now I'm trippin on MCs, cliche
Shot that ricochet
Start trouble bust bubble
Hit the wicked ways
Gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly
Techna jaw from a punch buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last huggy runnin who?
Fuckin punk
Hit a speed bump coming through
A single shot make you meet love respect Wu
[Redman]
Hey yo I put it on a nigga
Shit it on a nigga
Turn a christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release time been a (explodes)
When you got sent up I was hittin your ex ho
Shit I kept low petro your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in come with full polygin
Terrorize your city from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty smack the drivers head in the gypsy
When I approach rappers be takin notes
Drop like I shoulda invented the rain coat
Absolute I love to burn to the roots
I keep coming till your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Cannibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive watch me prove it
I snatch a crown with your head still attached to it
Cannibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggas to death and beatin dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough I start to read your thoughts
If the signal is strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like yo how many rhymes you got
I could go on for more millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya
Nigga I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Cannibus get wild
Who wanna act fly get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms
And spit on anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty I'm already doing a hundred
When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark
Cause if I catch you when the sun is down, run it clown
Come up off that or I'm gon gun it down
Run it now
Wherever stone goes it's gon be there
See that
That shit'll finish you dog believe that
Where we at
Do your value your life as much as your possessions
Don't be a stupid nigga learn a lesson
I'm gon get you either way
And it's better to live
Let me get what's in your sock because it's better to give
Than receive believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put you somewhere were nobody can smell you
And when the lights is out they don't come back on
This ain't a flick they ain't gon come back on
You ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong but you asked for it baby
You's a pig nigga ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth
You get dumb sweet you want heat
You want deep leave em behind, one sleep
[Master P]
Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
Got homeys from the N.O. to the N.Y. bout it bout it
I break bread with the ballers, professional niggas, shot callers
I got game from the south to the west to the east
To the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin gotta say somethin, uunnnnnhhhhhh
I have a coke and a smile
Recorded on style but it get buckwild
Pass the Henesey and let's blaze one
See a show, let's play one
For the cookies you can't be a rookie
I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me
Master P rock bells, hell
But I gotta give it up to my homey LL
[Redman & Method Man]
Hey yo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Come on Mr. Smith come get some
[LL Cool J]
My young sons fantasize of borrowin flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed
This symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'm a do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces leave you covered in feces
With one thesis
(LL Cool J is hard) Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challenging Roy to a fight
Snappin your amateur MCs
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster bringin a tiger cub to his knees
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna bar that you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socialize
And I'm darin every MC in the game
To play yourself out position and mention my name (LL)
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimey ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
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