Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - I Luv lyrics

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