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****
Don't get it f***** up cause I move with them thug n*****
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***** with thugs
Let me tell your punk a** what I love
I love to see m************, that show no love
And start speakin out like a b**** when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they d*** near cut his a** down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha b**** 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 m************ a**ume
That they a** can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the b**** to come through your walls, like (Boooom!)
Have an o***** every time I clear the f***** room
(n***** is gone) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a b****** sweat
(I love) What I got, son, my s*** 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 b**pin my s***
(I love) n***** with heat, (I love) n***** that's deep
n***** 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**** slide
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin n***** burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin n***** down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real n***** 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****
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*****, that I stain, like p*** 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****'s mentality
I love, when you n***** claim to be great
knowin your mob ain't never lettin s***, what the f*** is this?
n***** 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 a** n***** can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you n*****, 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**** wobble, but I won't fall down
*echoes*
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you m************ see it, come on!
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka a** n***** 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***** from the East Side
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****
Don't get it f***** up cause I move with them thug n*****
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***** with thugs
Let me tell your punk a** what I love
I love to see m************, that show no love
And start speakin out like a b**** when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they d*** near cut his a** down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha b**** 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 m************ a**ume
That they a** can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the b**** to come through your walls, like (Boooom!)
Have an o***** every time I clear the f***** room
(n***** is gone) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a b****** sweat
(I love) What I got, son, my s*** 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 b**pin my s***
(I love) n***** with heat, (I love) n***** that's deep
n***** 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**** slide
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin n***** burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin n***** down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real n***** 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****
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*****, that I stain, like p*** 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****'s mentality
I love, when you n***** claim to be great
knowin your mob ain't never lettin s***, what the f*** is this?
n***** 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 a** n***** can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you n*****, 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**** wobble, but I won't fall down
*echoes*
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you m************ see it, come on!
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka a** n***** 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***** from the East Side