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
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
