Текст песни M.O.P. f Freddie Foxxx - I Luv
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Aaaaaaaaah!Chorus: Freddie FoxxxWhat`s mine`s I love, and I fight, push to shove?Hand to hand?, but you can`t stop the loveYou push to impress, and I leave you with lessIt`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 niggaDon`t get it fucked up cause I move with them thug niggasFrom old ? to life we straight sparkin lightBring light to the darkest nights(M) Blast (O) Blast, P in your areaMake a move and them cats might bury yaNow that your trapped and your fuckin with thugsLet me tell your punk ass what I loveI love to see motherfuckers, that show no loveAnd start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the clubI love, when a slug cat shut down And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass downI love, trying to reach all parts of the mapOn a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a backI love, cats that rap and still drip checksLike your man Lil` Fame, Bill Danze and triple XChorus[Billy Danze]Aiyyo, you know what I love (What`s that?)It`s when motherfuckers assumeThat they ass can`t get popped at 12 o`clock in the afternoonI 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 yetI need to see you son of a bitches sweat(I love) What I got, son, my shit is prop`, sonWith Prem` in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun(Stop son!) Here is the ultimateSomethin I love is when thugs be bumpin my shit(I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that`s deepNiggas that regulate the streets (sho` nuff)Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin(First Family) With the Desert Storm impressionThe lesson: I advise if your not ready to rideon the homicide side, nigga slideChorus[Freddie Foxxx]I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and rawI love takin niggas burners when they scared to drawI love plottin on my enemies, I love to attackI love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whackI love seeing emcees struggle to makethemselves something that us real niggas love to hateIt`s too late, I love my Ninas and I love my ?fours?Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, niggaI love the feeling, and the rush that I getFrom ?Sam? run the Rolex watch with the diamond begetsI love, how my life was intact without a dealHow I kept the newest chromes on my automobileI love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flowSoft niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snowI love the fact that I survived through the roughest of timesAnd break the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymesIts a luxury to see me emceeIts so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed`s a nigga`s mentalityI love, when you niggas claim to be greatknowin your mob ain`t never lettin shit, what the fuck is this?Niggas bustin shots on New York, I get my vest onTwenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless onLoan soldier standin on the front line, I fear noneExcuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear noneYou niggs ain`t no real emcee`sYou Sam Goody ass niggas can`t write without suckin down treesSo I love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at meI split your head shot from your man, while he`s slappin at meI feel the hits from your roundsYour 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