Songtexte 4,3,2,1 (Video Version) - Method Man , DMX , Redman , LL Cool J

Hah hah
Yeah yeah
Ay carumba
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Watch yo mouth!

Ayo, one two three four
Five six seven
Blaze the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, to
Three, two, one
Ma'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 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 buggy sonnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu

Ayo I put it on a nigga, shited on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
When you got sent up I was hittin' ya ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with fog halogen

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
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 cummin' 'til you pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante, hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you, my attitude is anemic

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
Run it now, however it's gonna go, 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 up in your sock, cause it's, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell ya
Don't make me put you somewhere where nobody could smell ya
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's a big nigga, ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on front street, thinkin' I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

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 (ha, 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 (uh-huh)
Your little ass should be somewhere 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
Stop it, you're amateur 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