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'mma young n***a
Don't get it f**ed up cause I move with them thug n***as
From all walks of 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 f**in with thugs
Let me tell your punk a** what I love
I love to see motherf**ers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a b**h 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 a** down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big booty b**h on the back
I love, cats that rap and still grip techs
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 motherf**ers a**ume
That they a** can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time I clear the f**in room
(n***as is gone) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a b**hes sweat
(I love) What I got, son, my sh** 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 sh**
(I love) n***as with heat, (I love) n***as that's deep
n***as 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, n***a slide
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin n***as burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin n***as down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real n***as love to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my fours
Blowin holes through the project doors in Nam wars, n***a
I love the feeling, and the rush that I get
From saying "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 n***as, that I stain, like piss 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 n***a's mentality
I love, when you n***as claim to be great
Knowin your Mob ain't never Lynchin sh**, what the f** is this?
n***as 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 n**s ain't no real emcee's
You Sam Goody a** n***as can't write without s**in down trees
So I love, laughin at you n***as, while you clappin at me
I slipping head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a n***a wobble, but I won't fall down
*echoes*
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you motherf**ers see it, come on!
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them s**a a** n***as 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. n***as from the East Side