(feat. Grandmaster Caz)
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[Chorus: Grandmaster Caz (LL Cool J)]
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Clap ya hands and to the beat, ya'll
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Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say
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You go the one for the cash, two for the safe
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(This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the place
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[LL Cool J]
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My bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off
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Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off
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Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off
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The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off
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After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off
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Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off
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I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme
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You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind
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But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind
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Einstein understand, that your third eye's blind
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You lack creativity, that's why you don't sign
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They calling me a genius, it's about time
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I'm like the tattoos on your mama's behind
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I bounce up and down, and at the end I'mma sign
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And I will humiliate anybody that want it
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I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it?
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[Chorus]
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[LL Cool J]
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It's obvious these clowns don't know who I am
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Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam
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Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand
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No homo, but you probably on the low-low, damn
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They call Uncle L, I'm from the north side of Queens
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Now you looking at me, like what does that mean
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It means I crush you and every coward in between
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For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteens
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And I don't give a fuck about who's old or young
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From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone
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Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung
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Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?
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I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point
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The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints
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The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points
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Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my voice
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[Chorus]
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[LL Cool J]
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Run around talking bout I'm twice ya age
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But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to explain
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Rap game's like a movie, niggas playing the role
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But your poker game's too weak, you're forced to fold
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All this hating and debating shit, made me cold
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Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul
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Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole
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These niggas is shook like Pinky's ass on the pole
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I'm the bridge over troubled water, pay my toll
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I'm the rules to the game, you obey my code
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I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes
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You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue
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You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad
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You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road
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Battle anybody, who want it? Let me know
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I just had another birthday, nigga, more dough
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[Chorus]
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This Is Ring Tone M...
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| L.L. Cool J |
