Lirik Lagu I Luv - M.O.P.
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Aaaaaaaaah!
Chorus: Freddie Foxxx
What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shoveHand 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 downAnd 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 X
Chorus
[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 slide
Chorus
[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, whenI crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhereyou can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide.With hot slugs atboth sides.Split your back open wide.Niggas from the East Side
Chorus: Freddie Foxxx
What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to shoveHand 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 downAnd 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 X
Chorus
[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 slide
Chorus
[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, whenI crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, ain't nowhereyou can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide.With hot slugs atboth sides.Split your back open wide.Niggas from the East Side
