4 3 2 1 (e-dub Remix) Lyrics

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 fuck ugly, tap your jaw 

 from my punch, watch your son and you 

 Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who? 

 Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through 

 A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu 

 

 [Redman] 

 Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga 

 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 

 Shit I kept low, petro' your metro 

 Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin 

 Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen 

 Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee 

 Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty 

 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 sperm from your boots 

 Vigilante hardcore to the penis 

 Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic 

 

 [Canibus] 

 I'm the illest nigga 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 niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz 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 

 Nigga, 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 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 

 

 [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 shit'll finish you dawg, believe that 

 Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions? 

 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'se a pink nigga, 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 killers, and 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 something 

 UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile 

 The party don't stop but it get buckwild 

 Pass 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 ass should be somewher cryin on detention 

 Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue 

 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 

 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 nigga 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 ass was on the train 

 Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line 

 LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time