I Luv Lyrics

I Luv lyrics

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' 

 *repeat* 

  

 [Lil' Fame] 

  

 Can't stop the love! I know you sayin I'ma young nigga 

 Don't get it fucked up cause I move with them thug niggas 

 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 fuckin with thugs 

 Let me tell your punk ass what I love 

 I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love 

 And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club 

 I love, when a slug cat shut down  

 And then 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 Buddha bitch 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 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 (Boooom!) 

 Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin room 

 (Niggas is gone) Nah, not just yet 

 I need to see you son of a bitches sweat 

 (I love) What I got, son, my shit is prop', son 

 With Prem' 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 

 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 your not ready to ride 

 on the homicide side, nigga slide 

  

 Chorus 

  

 [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 whack 

 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 ?fours? 

 Blowin holes through the project doors in ?knive wars?, nigga 

 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 niggas, that I stain, like piss 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 nigga's mentality 

 I love, when you niggas claim to be great 

 knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this? 

 Niggas 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 ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees 

 So I love, laughin at you niggas, 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 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