HUHHHHHH!
Def Jam, No Limits
No Limit
Def Squad
Wu-Tang, and beyond
Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
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 Im trippin
on MCs 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 sunnin 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
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 Im drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the drivers 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
Im the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type wholl 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 Ill call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think Ill go on
for more Milleniums than Mazdas got on the car lot
And theres 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 aint close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? Im already doin a hundred
when Im blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or Im gon gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, its gon be that
See that, that shitll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Dont be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
Im gon get you either way, and its better to live
Let me get whats between your sock, cause its, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Dont make me put your somewhere where nobodyll smell you
And when the lights is out, they dont come back on
This aint a flick you aint gon come back on, you aint that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
Youse a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think Im sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Got my mic on, its 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 dont stop but it get buckwild
Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one
See a shorty, lets play one
for the cookies you cant be a rookie
Im a No Limit Soldier, thats why they book me
Master P rock bells, hell
But I gotta give it up to my homey LL
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!
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
Ima do this shit for free this time this ones 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 thats like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MCs
Dont you know Im like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle Im a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap theyve never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now lets get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side itd transform into a time bomb
You dont wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you dont wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And Im 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 dont ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
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