[Chorus: Grandmaster Caz (LL Cool J)]
Clap ya hands and to the beat, ya´ll
Because the heat´ll make you, clap ya hands and say
You go the one for the cash, two for the safe
(This is ring tone murder) Let´s dog the place

[LL Cool J]
My bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off
Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off
Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off
After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off
Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off
I used the word ´off´ seven times in a rhyme
You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind
But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind
Einstein understand, that your third eye´s blind
You lack creativity, that´s why you don´t sign
They calling me a genius, it´s about time
I´m like the tattoos on your mama´s behind
I bounce up and down, and at the end I´mma sign
And I will humiliate anybody that want it
I´m back on stop, it hurts little homey, don´t it?

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
It´s obvious these clowns don´t know who I am
Most who didn´t get the message, nigga, check the spam
Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand
No homo, but you probably on the low-low, damn
They call Uncle L, I´m from the north side of Queens
Now you looking at me, like what does that mean
It means I crush you and every coward in between
For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteens
And I don´t give a fuck about who´s old or young
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone
Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung
Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?
I ain´t gang banging, that ain´t the muthafuckin´ point
The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints
The point is you gon´ pay me what you owe me plus points
Listen to the sound of revenge, it´s my voice

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Run around talking bout I´m twice ya age
But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to explain
Rap game´s like a movie, niggas playing the role
But your poker game´s too weak, you´re forced to fold
All this hating and debating shit, made me cold
Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul
Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole
These niggas is shook like Pinky´s ass on the pole
I´m the bridge over troubled water, pay my toll
I´m the rules to the game, you obey my code
I´m the center of the bomb, I´m the part that explodes
You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue
You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad
You ain´t a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road
Battle anybody, who want it? Let me know
I just had another birthday, nigga, more dough

[Chorus]