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 n***a
Don't get it f**ed up cause i move with them thug n***as
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 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 buddha b**h 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 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 ?knive wars?, n***a
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 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 lettin 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 split your 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