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Intro:
What you got to do with it? what the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? you stupid nigga? you stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? fuck wrong with you? like you don't,
You don't know what you go to do with it. like your fuckin insane or
Something. (you fuckin wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)

[verse one]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause i'm richer than y'all
When i load my desertees, i'm picturin y'all
On the streets of queens where i was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if i'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When i inject this lyrical drill, if i can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will
Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause i'm still that nigga
Michael jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? you on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, i got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a philly, wet'im and split'im

Chorus
L.l. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But can-i-blast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rules nigga!
*repeat*

[verse two]
Queens shit, give me cream so i can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no i know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, i wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? that shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
And your tint's passed the limit
So they don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm l.l. and i did this to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why mom dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, i'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why i diss you? you stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next don king
And tell your man i know he got some lyrics in the stash
But i'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So i can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad bland

Chorus

[verse three]
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still i must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? you can't do nothin to me
If i put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, i said "now!" she said "do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like pharaoh
Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The king of hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, i'll rule forever, g
I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double l, capital c, double o
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown

What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? you out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg lauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with you?

Chorus

Intro: ll cool j

Uh he huh. remix that joint, word up!
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin it, yeah
Yeah, uh uh doin it, woooo!
Feeling is strong, uh doin it
Yeah uh, yeah ??? ???

Verse 1:

Ll cool j: i'm in the mood for something wild and obscene
Leshaun: i hear dat, i'm gettin tired of the same ol' routine
Ll: i need some drama
Le: oh, here i come l
Ll: tattoos and dim lights
Le: black young niggette want you's to get it right
Ll: huh, that's all i need, we got two mouths to feed
Le: you talkin about some love
Ll: to the six indeed, so uhh
Lay back and let'cha daddy do it
Le: a real mack stay on track, he got the run
Ll: right through it

Chorus:

Le: doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Ll: i represent queens, she was raised out in brooklyn
*repeat*

Verse 2:

Ll: i slowed it down cos we was amplifore
Le: halfway
Ll: all the way
Le: now ya gettin
Ll: raw to the ----, sick wit it
Le: ain't to proud to beg, boy
Ll: that's why i had to hit it, uhh
I'm in the zone gettin bedrooms props
I'm talkin outside scenarios
Le: ac's
Ll: and parking lots
Le: word! you goin there, can-back seats and wild treats
Daddy do his thing mmm
Ll: it's part of my mystique (he huh huh)
Le: i'm havin visions on sunsets and waterfalls
Your hands are in the air, you're up against the wall
Ll: what you lookin for? point it out
Le: promise i'ma get it, send it to me
Ll: right away (?rule?) wanna hit it

Chorus

Verse 3:

Ll: i need that new benz, you in it, testin my limits
Laid back, cut, now i twist some lyrics
Le: sharin cream like it's love, i'm ready now
Ll: what you say when i put it on, you lovely girl
Le: oww! you can never hesitate to do your thang (true!)
Although you come from queens, i'ma treat you like a king
Ll: where you from?
Le: brooklyn
Ll: honey-coated, in front of genius
Le: gettin ------ in the 'lacs
Ll: tell me why you never wanna see your ex again?
Le: hey lover, you separate the boyz from the men
Ll: that's a fact!
Le: it's well known why you lick your lips
Ll: yeah, blowin bubbles in blup-blup-blup
You makin me wonder if doin it's everything it seems
Le: you make me shiver
Ll: standing up in ya straight and then i lean
Le: tell me here, i love it when ya way up in my mix
Ll: everything is butter in the 9-to-the-6

Chorus x 1/2

Outro: ll cool j

Uh ha ha, oh man, y'nuhmean
Big rochon, baby chris, leshaun
Rock on, ll season baby

[1st verse]
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while i'm holdin my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough
Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the east to the west
Just a lyrical maze lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways
I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score
Niggas fleein when i'm rippin on the hard core beat
That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 mack to your back
Nigga l never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm
Cool double o flow well to the ll
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell

[chorus]8x
I shut 'em down
(get off me!!, you can't hold me!!)

[2nd verse]
To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet i role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat
Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin
Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out
How to find out
Bump and grind out
Pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double o bounce in the bubble eye limo
No i ain't checkin for you bull shit demo
Everytime you hear me in a battle i'm lethal
Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal

[chorus]
I shut 'em down (16x)
(after the 8th time)get off me!!, you can't hold me!!)

[3rd verse]
I can take you to the level if i let my phantom
Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little branson on the side of the mansion
Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'ma murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain
Fuck a maintain
Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain
Sideways stimulator bringin the flames
Niggas wanna feel me spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said you wanna batlle
Nigga now talk shit

[chorus]

We just gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is the total banger too
Word up, total banger baby
Hip-hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of march, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means l just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, i don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, i wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now i'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga i'm rich
Cause i learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause i'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about farrakhan, nigga you got to call jesse jackson
For some affirmative action

Chorus: repeat 4x

Can-i-bus ! yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the bob marley imposters
Ask canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the lyricist's lounge
Or a house party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, i beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen
Steady rollin in a world that i'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for kings who get off!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third born
Now i got a fourth, canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, i'm like a pimp
Who thought he had to retire but found a new canibus to hire
You're hardcore, innocence like heather hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in todd we trust

Chorus

Now break it down for me !

See i, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, m,c's
In hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
Oh i ain't done yet

You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for jack the rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah i said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
Muthafucka, where's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at house of blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
That's you, yeah nigga i'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the real rap don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's got solid gold grammy's that say todd
While you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked down son
The king of all rappers that ever graced the stage
Or the mic, best that ever did it i'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until i rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
You see that nigga son? (damn l, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
Your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all mc's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the fugees
Cause i eat, eat, eat, mc's
Devour they titles, cause i'm an idol slash icon
And tell wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga

Chorus

" now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "