Method Man - 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) lyrics

HUHHHHHH! [Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits [Master P] No Limit [Erick Sermon] Def Squad [Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond [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 My mon Meth-Tical come and get some [Method Man] Playin my position, hot Nixon This one, for all the sick ones, confliction Posionous 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 sunnin you Got you sh**tin in your last Huggie, runnin who? f**in punk, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a n***a, sh** it on a n***a Turnin Christian to a certified sinner The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe sh** I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin sh** I'm drivin 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 chin see When I approach rappers be takin notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolut, 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 [Canibus] I'm the illest n***a alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin n***as to d**h and beatin 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 [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 your value your life, as much as your possesions? 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 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'se a pink n***a, ski mask for it baby So I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet? Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat [Master P] Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It I break bread with the ballers Professional k**ers, and shot callers I got game from the South to the West to the East To the middle now remember me A young n***a with the gold teeth bumpin Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile The party don't stop but it get buckwild Pa** the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one See a shorty, 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] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven Blaze the hot trizack [Method] Shine like heaven Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four [Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some! [LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) 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 somewher 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 pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur 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 (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive 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 n***a you wanna socalize 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