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4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)
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featuring Canibus, DMX, Master P, Method Man, Redman
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HUHHHHHH!
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[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
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[Master P] No Limit
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[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
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[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond
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[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
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Blaze the hot
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[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
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Seven six five four three two one
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My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
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[Method Man]
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Playin my position, hot Nixon
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This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
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Posionous darts sickening, best believe
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finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
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on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
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start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
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Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
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Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
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from my punch, watch your son and you
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Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
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Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
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A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
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[Redman]
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Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
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Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
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The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
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While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
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Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
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Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
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Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
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Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
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Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
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Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
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When I approach rappers be takin notes
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I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
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Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
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I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
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Vigilante hardcore to the penis
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Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
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[Canibus]
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I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
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I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
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Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
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Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
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When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
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if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
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like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
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for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
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And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
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Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
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Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
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get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
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I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
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anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
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Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
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when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
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[DMX]
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Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
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Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
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When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
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See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
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Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
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Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
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I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
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Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
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than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
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Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
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And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
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This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
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You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
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You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
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so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
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Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
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[Master P]
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Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
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Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
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I break bread with the ballers
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Professional killers, and shot callers
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I got game from the South to the West to the East
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to the middle now remember me
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A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
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Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
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UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
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The party don't stop but it get buckwild
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Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one
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See a shorty, let's play one
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for the cookies you can't be a rookie
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I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me
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Master P rock bells, hell
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But I gotta give it up to my homey LL
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[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
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[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
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Blaze the hot trizack
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[Method] Shine like heaven
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Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
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[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
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[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
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[LL Cool J]
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When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
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tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
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The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
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You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
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How dare you step up in my dimension
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Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
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Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
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I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
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Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
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with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
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Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
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and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
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But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
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Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
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Snappin, you ameteur MC's
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Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
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For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
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Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
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In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
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Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
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Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
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If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
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You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
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And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
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And I'm daring every MC in the game
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to play yourself out position, and mention my name
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I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
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Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
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Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
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LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
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4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix)
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