I Luv

[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)