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Ll Cool J 14 Shots To The Dome

My enemies come and my break-bread's tough But you recognize game from your eyes and walkin' Baby, ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you So I'll

to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya

ya comin' baby? This is how I'm comin' The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean Kickin' you for real in the guillotine Fourteen shots to your dome

) [LL Cool J] They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow I'll catch a felony on top

a smash on the DL But every time I did a show my name was misspelled 'Can't Live Without My Radio' drops I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box '

The wind is howlin' the rain pours down Eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds Lights go out the whole world's in darkness The ground is tremblin', dogs

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy

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

it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) (*Gunshot*) (LL Cool J) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots (rare shots