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Aaaaaaaaah!
Chorus: Freddie Fox x x
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 nigg*
Don't get it fked up cause I move with them thug
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 fkin with thugs
Let me tell your punk as* what I love
I love to see motherfkers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a b*tch when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they d*mn near cut his as* down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha b*tch 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 motherfkers assume
That they as* can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like (Boooom!)
Have an org*sm every time I clear the fkin room
( is gone) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a girls sweat
(I love) What I got, son, my s**t is prop', son
With Prem' in the drivin seat and Freddie Fox x x ridin shotgun
(Stop son!) Here is the ultimate
Somethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my s**t
(I love) with heat, (I love) that's deep
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, nigg* slide
Chorus
Freddie Fox x x
I love beats that are hardc*re, dirty and raw
I love takin burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real 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?, nigg*
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 , that I stain, like pi*s 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 nigg*'s mentality
I love, when you claim to be great
knowin your mob ain't never lettin s**t, what the fk is this?
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 as* can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you , 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 nigg* wobble, but I won't fall down
*echoes*
Lil' Fame
Yeah, you motherfkers see it, come on!
Chorus
Freddie Fox x x
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka as* 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. from the East Side