M.O.P.

M.O.P. - I Luv lyrics

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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
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: First Family 4 Life (1998)

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