(nfa) No Frontin Allowed Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Mad madness 

Trashy 

Brother from way back. 

We're blowing mics 

Since the days of 

8-track. 

Certified 

Bonified 

Pull out the weapon. 

Rusted. 

Your ho's gets busted. 

Run your jules! 

Shooting up ya damn fools. 

Leavin' your loser 

Lazy lyricist 

In bloody pools. 

Went away 

Came back 

Your still wack. 

Now your slobbing Marly's mob 

For a dope track. 

Coming off like a bra 

And its the witness. 

No click-click 

A fru ? business 

Don't care about no money 

Got props in it. 

Flipping scripts 

With every letter in 

The alphabet. 

Wanna jump. 

Jump! 

And jingle your rump. 

Rump! 

Here to pump punks 

With real hot lead chunks. 

Full-grown 

I ain't no baby with 

These rhymes kid. 

Put the mic down 

My peoples know where ya live. 

I chop you little 

Brittle riddle 

Right up the middle 

And have the police 

Playing the fiddle 

In the hospital. 

Somebody said, "He 

Couldn't rip with the 

Roughness." 

Rhymes kick your teeth 

But end up front less. 

Soul survivor of a 

Thousand beats 

Sending funeral wreathes 

To all ya use-to-be chiefs. 

Is a raw 

To a bearlin' in the woods? 

Brothers tapes ain't jack 

Their best tracks is wack. 

I heard you think you 

Got a chance to win 

But my glock is stopped off 

To murder the top ten. 

Rough and rugged and raw 

I'm like a callous. 

The underground can say 

"ain't no Fra-zontin 

In my palace." 

Well can I be the 

Flavor of the month? 

I got the flavor 

Plus I can bump a chump. 

I got the funk 

Straight from my 

Underground hide-out. 

I freak it in the house 

And let the hits just 

Ooz out. 

Bust on the scene 

To let ya know I 

Wasn't fronting 

Got ya screaming for my album 

So I had to do something. 

Write tonight 

To take a bit 

Not a bite. 

And watch the ? 

Freak you with 

All my might. 

Like "Here I am to 

Save the day!" 

I stop the tracks 

With the mic 

So I say "To chay" 

And "On Gaurd" 

When I'm swinging for your brow. 

Cause in the house of hits 

Ain't no fronting allowed. 

Just when you thought 

That it was safe 

To try and chop me. 

Run for ya life 

Now here somes Mr. Funky 

And I'm pissed. 

So watch how many heads 

I'll be the takeout 

Boy ya better look out 

I work ya like a cook-out. 

So get the flavor 

The original Mr. Funky 

? 

And you watch me do my thing. 

Because I hit ya with the funk 

Of the fly-talker 

And make your girl 

"Bump-bump! 

Get it, get it!" 

Like Luke Skywalker. 

I can't front 

I love rapping with a passion. 

Crash your head front 

Into the funk 

You think I'm slam dancing 

See when you front 

You make mad 

The alter weight ? 

Freak this: 

"funky twin powers activate!" 

Sheik on the mic 

With the cape and muscles. 

Crushing MC's 

While their girls 

Do the hustle. 

See other rappers 

Try to dis the lords 

But yo, your dead wrong. 

Dammit, can't we all 

Just get along? 

We'll see 

There simply ain't no 

Fronting allowed. 

Yo, I'm out 

Like the Cosby show 

Peace to the Funky Child. 

Punching your 

God-damn eyebrows 

Off 

Roughing it up north 

Lookin' like your 

Laugh off ? 

It's a blash smash 

And crash from my stash. 

Be watching your back kid. 

Your girl and the phat path. 

Talking bout your macks and tax. 

What's with that? 

Your getting wet like 

Slow sex. 

Ripping on that old school kid. 

Leaving sliced as a slit 

Says I wet your crib. 

No question. 

Testing the west 

And the east and 

Once the ammo was released and 

I'll make your girl 

Come and getcha. 

Hope you get the picture. 

Boy your better off 

If a pit bit ya! 

What's its like 

In the illest fight. 

Believe the hype. 

I'm giving crowds more 

Nose jobs than Mike. 

Fight sight alright 

They bite 

Spot light tonight 

Is hype 

Trigger happy tripe 

Don't hit bite 

My owner's right. 

And ya know it's coming off 

So don't ask it. 

Snatching the vocal 

And hotties on the rap tip. 

Macking ya boys up. 

Bringing the noise up. 

And now ya need stitches 

Because my voice cuts. 

Chainsaw 

Gain more 

And reign raw. 

And never let a brother play it 

Is my main law.