[Intro]
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'
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'
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, (Billy Danze)]
Can't stop the love! I know you sayin' I'm a young nigga
Don't get it fucked up 'cause I move with them thug niggas
From all walks of life, we straight spark at night
Bring light to the darkest nights
(M!) Blaow! (O!) Blaow! P in your area
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that you're trapped and you're fuckin' with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I love
I love to see motherfuckers that show no love
And start speakin' like a bitch when you catch 'em in the club
I love when a slug cat shut down
And 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 booty bitch on the back
I love cats that rap and still grip TEC's
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and Triple X
[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'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
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'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
[Verse 2: Billy Danze, (Lil' Fame)]
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 BOOOM!
Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room
(Niggas is doomed!) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
(I love) What I got, son (Right!), my shit is prop', son (Yeah!)
With Preem 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
(I love) 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 you're not ready to ride
On the homicide side, nigga, slide
Bumpy!
[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'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
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'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
[Verse 3: 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 wack
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 4's
Blowin' holes through the project doors in 'Nam wars (Nigga)
I love the feeling, and the rush that I get
From saying "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 mad dough without a flow
Soft niggas that I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I've survived through the roughest of times
And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes
It's a luxury to see me emcee
It's so hard, this lyrical brutality, feeds a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
Knowin' your Mob ain't never Lench shit, what the fuck is this?
Niggas bustin' shots on New York, I got my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on
Lone soldier standin' on the frontline, I fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none
You niggas ain't no real emcees
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin' down trees
So I love laughin' at you niggas, while you're clappin' at me
I'll split your head, shots from your man, while he's slappin' at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollow points make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down
(Fall down, fall down, fall down...)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on!
[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx, (Billy Danze)]
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'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
(You know the rules of the game!)
Hand to hand, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I'll leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'
[Outro: Freddie Foxxx, (M.O.P.)]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
For all them sucka ass niggas that don't know
When I crawl up out the hole
And I got M.O.P. with me, baby
Ain't nowhere you can run (True to life!), nowhere you can hide
Put hot slugs in both sides
Split your back open wide
Niggas from the East Side
(Faggot)
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