This Is Ring Tone M Lyrics - Exit 13 - Ll Cool J

Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all 

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 

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? 

Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all 

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 

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 

Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all 

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 

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 

Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all 

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