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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, blaze the house Trix, actin' sound like Kevin 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 McMone, McCow, come and get some Playin' my position, hot Nixon This one for all the sick ones Affliction, poisonous, dark Satan Best believe, finger itchin' with two broke legs Now I'm trippin' on MC's, cliche Shot that ricochet, start triple buck bubble Hip and wicked ways, gotta love me G.O.D. no one above me, look good but *** ugly Tap your jaw for my punch, ***in' son and you Got you ***tin' in your last, ***in' runnin' who? Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through A single shot make your meat ***, respect Wu Ayo, I put it on a nigga, *** it on a nigga Turn a Christian to a certified sinner Explode When you got set up, I was hittin' your ex ho ***, I kept low, petrol your Metro Politics, keep the chicken heads gobblin' ***, I'm drivin' in, come with four collagen Terrorize your city from the split committee Kick ass to both Timberlands, turn ***ty Gritty, smack the driver, hand in the gypsy When I approach rappers, be takin' notes I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat Absolute, I love the burn to the roots I keep comin' to you, pour sperm from your boots Vigilante, hardcore to the penis Tell you, *** you, my attitude is like Stay out the dark, as if I catch you when the sun is down Run it, clown, come up off that, I'm gon' gun it down Run it now, however it's gon' go, it's gon' be that See that? That ***'ll finish you, dog, believe that Where we at? Do you value your life as much as your possessions? Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live So let me get what's in your sock, cause it's better to give Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you Don't make me put you somewhere where nobody can smell you And when the light is out, they don't come back on But say the flick, and they gon' come back on Great, that's strong, knew it was wrong But you asked for it, baby You's a big nigga, scheme asked for it, baby So I can hit you up on front street Think it's dumb sweet? Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, more sweet Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizzaz, shine like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Come on, Mr. Smith, come get some My young sons fantasize of borrowing flows Tell little shorty with the big mouth, the bank is closed And simple on my arm is off limits to challenges You holding busty swords, I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewhere crying on detention Watch your mouth, better yet, hold your tongue I'ma do this *** 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 hot 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 picking up a ball playing with Mike Swinging in Kate Griffey or challenging Roy to a fight Stapping your amateur MCs Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team touring overseas? For rappers in my circle, I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringing the Tiger Cub to his knees In the history of rap, they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance 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 bar that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad, nigga, you wanna socialize And I'm daring every MC in the game To play a self-outposition 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

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