4,3,2,1

4,3,2,1 (Video Version|Explicit) - LL Cool J (埃勒·酷)/Method Man/Redman/DMX

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

Poisonous darts sickenin' 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 f**k ugly

Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sunnin' you

Got you shittin' in your last Huggie runnin' who

F**kin' punk get a speed bump comin' through

A single shot make your knees knock respect Wu

Aiyyo I put it on a ni**a sh*t it on ni**a

Turnin' Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release time pent up

While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe

Sh*t I kept low petro' your metro

Politic keep the chicken heads gobblin'

Sh*t I'm drivin in come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city from the spliff committee

Kick a** till 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

Absolute I love to burn to the roots

I keep comin' 'til your pour sperm from your boots

Vigilante hardcore to the penis

Tell you f**k 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

When in doubt however skull goes it's gon' be that

See that that sh*t'll finish you dawg believe that

Where we at do your value your life as much as your possessions

Don't be a stupid ni**a learn a lesson

I'm gon' get you either way and it's better to live

Let me get what's between your sock cause it's better to give

Than receive believe what I say when I tell you

Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you

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'se a pink ni**a ski mask for it baby

So I can hit you up on front teeth you think 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 borrowin' flows

Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed

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 a** should be somewhere cryin' on detention

Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue