I Luv

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 *************s

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 ass what i love

I love to see mother*******s, 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 ass 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 mother*******s assume

That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon

I got the ************* to come through your walls, like (boooom!)

Have an ****** every time i clear the ****** room

(*************s is gone) nah, not just yet

I need to see you son of a ******* sweat

(i love) what i got, son, my *************t 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 *************t

(i love) *************s with heat, (i love) *************s that's deep

*************s 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 *************s burners when they scared to draw

I love plottin on my enemies, i love to attack

I love beatin *************s down when they rhymes is whack

I love seeing emcees struggle to make

Themselves something that us real *************s 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 *************s, 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 *************'s mentality

I love, when you *************s claim to be great

Knowin your mob ain't never lettin *************t, what the ************* is this?

*************s 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 *************s can't write without suckin down trees

So i love, laughin at you *************s, 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 mother*******s see it, come on!

Chorus

[freddie foxxx]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass *************s 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.　*************s from the east side