I Luv - Lyrics - M.o.p.

Aaaaaaaaah! Chorus: Freddie Foxxx What's mine's I love and I fight push to shove Hand to hand but you can't stop the love You push to impress and I leave you with less It's real love for the mics that I bless no quest' *repeat* [Lil' Fame] Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young *** Don't get it *** up cause I move with them thug *** From old ? to life we straight sparkin light Bring light to the darkest nights (M) Blast (O) Blast, P in your area Make a move and them cats might bury ya Now that your trapped and your *** with thugs Let me tell your punk *** what I love I love to see ***, that show no love And start speakin out like a *** when you catch em in the club I love, when a slug cat shut down And then try to post up when they damn near cut his *** down I love, trying to reach all parts of the map On a Ninja, with a big Buddha *** on a back I love, cats that rap and still drip checks Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple X Chorus [Billy Danze] Aiyyo, you know what I love (What's that?) It's when *** assume That they *** can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!) Have an *** every time I clear the *** room (*** is gone) Nah, not just yet I need to see you son of a *** sweat (I love) What I got, son, my *** is prop', son With Prem' in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun (Stop son!) Here is the ultimate Somethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my *** (I love) *** with heat, (I love) *** that's deep *** that regulate the streets (sho' nuff) Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression The lesson: I advise if your not ready to ride On the homicide side, *** slide Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw I love takin *** burners when they scared to draw I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack I love beatin *** down when they rhymes is whack I love seeing emcees struggle to make Themselves something that us real *** love to hate It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my ?fours? Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, *** I love the feeling, and the rush that I get From ?Sam? run the Rolex watch with the diamond begets I love, how my life was intact without a deal How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow Soft ***, that I stain, like *** in the snow I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes Its a luxury to see me emcee Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a ***'s mentality I love, when you *** claim to be great Knowin your mob ain't never lettin ***, what the *** is this? *** bustin shots on New York, I get my vest on Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on Loan soldier standin on the front line, I fear none Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none You niggs ain't no real emcee's You Sam Goody *** *** can't write without suckin down trees So I love, laughin at you ***, while you clappin at me I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me I feel the hits from your rounds Your hollowpoints make a *** wobble, but I won't fall down *echoes* [Lil' Fame] Yeah, you *** see it, come on! Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka *** *** that don't know, when I crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhere You can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. With hot slugs at Both sides. Split your back open wide. *** from the East Side