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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 nigga

Don't get it fucked 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 fuckin with thugs

Let me tell your punk ass what I love

I love to see motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers 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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