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Huh Ha (ha), yeah (yeah) Make it butter (ay caramba) Bankhead bounce, no doubt Ayo watch yo' mouth Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh) Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah) Playin' my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction 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 fuck ugly, tap your jaw From my Punch Buggy sonnin' you Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?) Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo) Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga Turn a Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin' your ex ho Shit I kept low, petro' your metre Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin' Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy When I approach rappers be takin' notes (uh-huh) I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, I love to burn to the roots I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots Vigilante hardcore to the penis Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anemic I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it (yeah) Canibus 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 was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya Nigga, I'll 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 shit on Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah) Stay out the dar '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 it's gon' go it's gon' be that See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, 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 between your sock 'cause it's, better to give Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put your 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's a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby So I can hit you up on Front Street, think it's dumb sweet? You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh) Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah) When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (ha, word up) The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You holdin' rusty swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension (uh-huh) Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue (uh) I'ma 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 (uh-huh) Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight (uh) Snappin', you amateur MC's 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 (uh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) 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, nigga, you wanna socialize (yeah) And I'm daring 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 (uh-huh) Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line Ll Cool J nigga, greatest of all time