(NFA) No Frontin Allowed

[Intro] (Check it out, y'all) Hey yo, yo, yo! (Check it out, y'all) Take a little bass out the headphones, word up (Check it out, y'all) Take some bass out the headphones, man (Turn the record) (Check it out, y'all) (Turn the record) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: LL Cool J] Mad madness, trashy, brother from way back Been blowing mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bona fide, pull out the weapon, rusted Your whole skit's busted Run your jewels! Shooting up you damn fools Leavin' you loser lazy lyricists in bloody pools Went away, came back, you're still wack Now your slobbing Marley's knob for a dope track Coming off like a bra and it's the witness No click-click, a true 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 you 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 frontless Soul survivor of a thousand beefs Sendin funeral wreaths to all you used-to-be chiefs Is it raw? Do a bear live 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 stocked up to murder the top ten Rough it and rugged and raw, I'm like a callus The underground can say, "Ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace" [Hook] (Check it out, y'all) (no fronting allowed) (Check it out, y'all) (no fronting) (Check it out, y'all) (no fronting allowed) (Check it out, y'all) [Verse 2: DoItAll] Well can I be the flavor of the month? (Why?) 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 ooze out Bust on the scene to let you know I wasn't fronting Got you screaming for my album so I had to do something Write tonight to take a bit, not a bite And watch the DoItAll freak you with all my might Like "Here I am to save the day!" I stop the tracks with the mic so I say, "Touché" And engarde when I'm swinging for your brow Cause in the house of hits ain't no fronting allowed [Hook] [Verse 3: Mr. Funke] Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me Run for your life! Now here somes Mr. Funke And I'm pissed, so watch how many heads I'll mean to took out Boy you better look out, I burn you like a cookout So get the flavor, the original Mr. Funke Wallbangers on the clip and you watch me do my thing Because I hit you 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 rappin' with a passion Crashing headfirst into the funk, you think I'm slam dancing See when you front, you make me mad, the overweight Freak this: "funky twin powers activate" Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles Crushing MCs while their girls do the hustle See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, you're dead wrong Dammit, can't we all just get along? You'll see there simply ain't no fronting allowed Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show, peace to the Funky Child [Hook] [Verse 4: LL Cool J] Punching your goddamn eyebrows off Rougher than up north looking like a live war It's a blastmaster crash from my stash Be watching your back kid, your girl in the phat path Talkin bout your MACs and TECs What's with that? Your getting wet like slowwww sex Ripping on that old school kid Leave him sliced as a slit, since I wet your crib No question, testin' the west and The east and once the ammo is released and I'll make your girl come and getcha, hope you get the picture Boy you're 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, spotlight tonight is hype Trigger happy tripe don't hit to 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 your boys up, bringing the noise up And now you need stitches because my voice cuts Chainsaw, gain more and reign raw And never let a brother play it is my main law [Hook]