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 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 ****ed 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga to come through your walls, like (boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time i clear the ****ing room
(Niggas is gone) nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitch swea
(i love) what i got, son, my mother****ing is prop', so
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 mother****ing shi
(i love) mother****ers with heat, (i love) mother****ers that's dee
mother****ers 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, mother****ers slid
Chorus
[freddie foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin mother****ers burners when they scared to dra
I love plottin on my enemies, i love to attack
I love beatin mother****ers down when they rhymes is whac
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real mother****ers love to hat
It's too late, i love my ninas and i love my ?fours?
Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, mother****er
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 mother****ers, that i stain, like piss in the sno
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 mother****er's mentalit
I love, when you mother****ers claim to be grea
Knowin your mob ain't never lettin mother****ers, what the **** is this
mother****ers bustin shots on new york, i get my vest o
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 mother****ers can't write without suckin down tree
So i love, laughin at you mother****ers, while you clappin at m
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 mother****er wobble, but i won't fall dow
*echoes*
[lil' fame]
Yeah, you mother****ers see it, come on
Chorus
[freddie foxxx]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass mother****ers that don't know, whe
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
I Luv+First Family 4 Life+Both sides. split your back open wide. Mother****ers from the east sid