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Текст песни «I Luv» от M.O.P

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M.O.P - "I Luv"

Aaaaaaaaah!

Chorus: Freddie Foxxx

Whats mines I love, and I fight, push to shove
?Hand to hand?, but you cant stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with less
Its real love for the mics that I bless, no quest
*repeat*

[Lil Fame]

Cant stop the love! I know you sayin Ima young nigga
Dont 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 (Whats that?)
Its when motherfuckers assume
That they ass cant get popped at 12 oclock 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 thats 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
Its 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, feeds a niggas mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
knowin your mob aint 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 aint no real emcees
You Sam Goody ass niggas cant 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 hes slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but I wont 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 dont know, when
I crawl up out the whole, and I got M.O.P. with me, baby, aint nowhere
you can run (to the life) aint nowhere you can hide. With hot slugs at
both sides. Split your back open wide. Niggas from the East Side

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