Hit Factory Freestyle Lyrics - Dj Enuff

[DJ Enuff] 

Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own 

Aight, who dat there? 

[DJ Kay Slay] 

Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way 

Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down 

[Enuff] 

Yo son what's poppin? 

[Kay Slay] 

Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL thing 

Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill Bomb was it man 

But I know y'all got more in store man 

[Enuff] 

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City 

We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J 

Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin 

[LL Cool J] 

Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent 

That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant 

I put it down from the gutter to the tenement 

It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent 

And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough 

Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby 

Check this shit out right here, uh 

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop 

It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks 

Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock 

Splashin niggas I came slow through the block 

I'm, the original, visual, individual 

Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical 

Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal 

Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal 

You wanna freestyle fuck that 

I need at least seven figures to even touch that 

But since everybody was underestimatin my format 

I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that 

Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me 

Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me 

Talk about paper, I can talk about broads 

I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards 

Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four 

And 2001'll be mine, by law 

Why name me Greatest Of All Times? 

Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line 

Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine 

With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find 

Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits 

My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch 

Back in the days it was the M fast stick 

But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick 

This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas 

That remember when I came through 

The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 

Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home 

Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby 

Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum 

Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time... 

[DJ Kay Slay] 

Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL Cool J 

Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine That 

I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff 

Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down 

Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time 

[LL Cool J] 

DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff 

You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by 

The one givin me a feeling that I can't deny 

You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh 

Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye 

Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror 

Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more clearer 

You turn me on, keep me standin up 

I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough 

I come up to your job and handcuff your boss 

Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off 

Then sit you up on the copy machine 

Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between 

Then I take you to the window so the world can see 

Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be free 

Curl tongue come get up on this desk with me 

Multiple orgasms is your destiny 

[LL and LeShaun] 

Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide 

Imagine That 

It aint my fault that my broads collide 

Imagine That 

Knock your girls off two at a time 

Imagine That 

Disrespect you and still make you mine 

[Kay Slay] 

Ahh man I like the way this shit is going down 

DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos [record scratching] 

Hit me up with some more of that flavor 

[LL] 

Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the 

Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells, Def Jam 

Collabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me, 

[goddam!] me, yeah, feel this baby, [keep it going] 

I'm *Incredible* [what nigga] outrageous 

Turn money like encyclopedia pages 

Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages 

Paid in full European shit, fuck Avis 

Rocks in ears, blingin the atmosphere 

Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year 

But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear 

Love a chick to give me head while I shampoo her hair 

Head to the back baby, no more tears 

You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more clear 

Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for years 

And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared 

And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs 

For being overcritical with uncle get it on 

I burn your magazine, god'll intervene 

Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh 

[DJ Enuff] 

As we keep it movin, brand new flavor 

We call this one Hello, featuring Amil 

Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella crew 

Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd 

Go cop that in the stores 

Big up to all the ladies, aight, c'mon 

[LL and Amil] 6X 

Hello, hello 

Yo, yo 

[woman's voice] 

Honey on the telephone 

[LL] 

You're the, 212 or 718 

Or 914 I love it hardcore 

When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw 

Imagine every world we could both explore 

[Amil] Hello 

Baby what you wearin right now 

[Amil] Hot pants 

My girl aint around let's get down 

And I hope the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap 

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back 

Nigga you like that 

You see you runnin up my bill 

Mama might hear me but you just too ill 

I get your flicks lined up, stereo low 

Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow 

If I was there what would you do 

[Amil] I'd lay you on your back 

Ride or Die daddy and I love it like that 

[Enuff] 

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor 

Aight, LL Cool J baby 

August 22nd 

[LL] 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall 

Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls 

No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball 

The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall 

Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'all 

No disrespect, but y'all know what he's called 

The L L C O O L J, spell that shit 

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats 

Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back 

Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks 

I step up, you step back 

Crucify ya, execution other men 

The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit blend 

My rain won't end, my crown don't bend 

From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen 

To the page, to the stage, career wise, half my age 

Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade 

New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid 

Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin paid 

The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone 

I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home 

If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death 

If you could match a third of my success you blessed 

[Enuff] 

That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. 

The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that 

Don't fuck with the bootleggers, aight 

I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me 

Aight, and before we shut it down, aight 

I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight 

The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son 

[Bimmy] 

Thank you, God bless you, good night...