4, 3, 2, 1 (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, aiyo, I put it on a n*gga, sh*tted on a n*gga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (Explode)
When you got sent up I was hitting your ex ho
sh*t, I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
sh*t I'm driving in come with fog halogen
Terrorize your city from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn sh*tty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach, rappers be taking notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolute, I love to burn to the roots
I keep c*mmin' 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the p*nis
Tell you, "f*ck you", my attitude is anaemic

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Playing my position, hot Nick, son
This one, for all the sick ones, infliction
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*ck ugly
Tap your jaw from my Punch Buggy sonning you
Got you sh*ttin' in your last Huggie, running who?
f*ckin' punk, get a speed bump coming through
A single shot make yo' meat lump, respect Wu
[Verse 3: Canibus]
Yo Method, where the gods at? Redman, where the Squad at?
Yo L, is that a mic on your arm? Let me borrow that
Who's the God of rap you saying is nice?
I'll beat a dead n*gga to death and beat a dead n*gga to life
If you look at me long enough, I'll start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Let's see how many rhymes you got
I can go on for more Millenias than Mazda's got in a car lot
And there's nowhere to run to when I confront ya
n*gga, I'll 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 them on in all shapes, sizes and forms and spit on
Any MCs who ain't close enough to sh*t on
Zero to 60? I'm already doing a hundred when I'm blunted
And I give it to any n*gga that want it
Your head will spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your b*tch ass
Make your hard drive crash, the C colon backslash
And I'll go back to the roots to school your whack ass
Because the object of the game is to spark every cell in your brain
At degrees hotter than blue flames
Propane gasses incinerate you into ashes
I got you breathin' harder than girls in Lamaze classes
Stop b*tchin' about if it's written or freestyle
Got the whole Spanish community saying I'm muy mal
Charging n*ggas with booty styles $50 fines
In addition to $25 for wack punchlines
’Cause I'm the top dog running the yard
And I represent cause I never chained to the fence
Hence to battle me is impossible
I'll put your whole crew in the hospital with IVs all in their nostrils
So stop sleeping on me, I ain't a mattress
Put you through more drama than a soap opera actress
Don't even think about pulling out and opening fire
Gunshots wound but I remove bullets with pliers
I aspire to kick the fattest sh*t you've ever witnessed
From a far side, that's even confusing the fat lip
Rhymes designed from lines of pure knowledge
I'll make your head nod 'til your neck runs out of cartilage
I think it's obvious that I can bring the ruckus
Scream on your crew like a military drill instructor
When I come through, n*ggas stand stiller than statues
If I have to I'll battle your whole rap crew
Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd
And rip your f*cking skin off just to get on your nerves