Method Man - 4, 3, 2, 1 lyrics

[Intro] [LL Cool J] Make it bu*ter [Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce [LL Cool J] No doubt [Redman] Aiyyo watch your mouth [Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven, blaze the hot [LL Cool J] Trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five four three two one C'mon, Meth-Tical, come and get some [Verse 1: Method Man] Playing my position, hot Nick, son This one, for all the sick ones, infliction Poisonous darts sickening, best believe Finger itchin' with two broke legs, now I'm trippin' On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways Gotta love me, G-O-D, no one above me Look good but f** ugly Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sunning you Got you sh**tin in your last Huggie, running who f**in punk, get a speed bump coming through A single shot make yo meat lump, respect Wu [Verse 2: Redman] Aiyo I put it on a n***a, sh**ted on a n***a Turn a Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho sh** I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin sh** I'm driving in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick a** till both Timberlands turn sh**ty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy When I approach rappers be taking notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolute, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin til your pour s**m from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you f** you my attitude is anemic [Verse 3: Canibus] I'm the illest n***a alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin n***as to d**h and beating dead n***as to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts If the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on For more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya n***a, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and 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 sh** on Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred When I'm blunted and I give it to any n***a that want it [Verse 4: 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 When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that See that, that sh**'ll finish you dawg, believe that Where we at, do you value your life, as much as your possessions Don't be a stupid n***a - learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put you somewhere where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on You ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink n***a, ski mask for it baby So I can hit you up on Front Street, you think I'm sweet Want heat, one deep, leave him behind, front seat [Hook] Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack, shine like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Come on Mr. Smith, come get some [Verse 5: LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed The 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 a** should be somewhere cryin on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this sh** 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 picking up a ball, playing with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challenging Roy to a fight Snapping, you amateur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team touring overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringing 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 borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad n***a you wanna socialize And I'm daring every MC in the game To play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy a** was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J n***a, greatest of all time