4, 3, 2, 1 Lyrics - Method Man

Hahh hah 

Yeah yeahhh 

Make it butter 

I'm gonna Bankhead bounce! 

No doubt 

Aiyyo watch yo mouth! 

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 

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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 sunnin you 

Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who? 

Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through 

A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu 

Photos 

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga 

Turnin Christian to a certified sinner 

The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes) 

While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe 

Shit I kept low, petro' your metro 

Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin 

Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen 

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee 

Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty 

Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see 

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 comin til your pour sperm from your boots 

Vigilante hardcore to the penis 

Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic 

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it 

I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it 

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics 

Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life 

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts 

if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff 

like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on 

for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot 

And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya 

Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number 

Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and 

get shot down with a surface-to-air missile 

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on 

anybody who ain't close enough to shit on 

Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred 

when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it 

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 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 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 nigga, 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 borrowing flows 

tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed 

(yeah, 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 

Your little ass should be somewher 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 

Snappin, you ameteur 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