I Luv Songtext

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*

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[Lil' Fame]

Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young nigga
Don't get it ****ed up cause I move with them thug niggas
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 ****in with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I love
I love to see mother****ers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a bitch 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 ass down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch 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 mother****ers assume
That they ass 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 ****in room
[Niggas is gone] Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
[I love] What I got, son, my shit 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 shit
[I love] Niggas with heat, [I love] niggas that's deep
Niggas 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, nigga slide

Chorus

[Freddie Foxxx]

I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real niggas 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?, nigga
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 niggas, 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 nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the **** is this?
Niggas 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 ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you niggas, 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 nigga wobble, but I won't fall down
*echoes*

[Lil' Fame]

Yeah, you mother****ers see it, come on!

Chorus

[Freddie Foxxx]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas 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. Niggas from the East Side

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