I Luv Lyrics - Singles - M.o.p.

Aah! 

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 

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 

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 

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 

Ey yo, 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 (Boom!) 

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' 'nough) 

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 

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 

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 

It's a luxury to see me emcee 

It's 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 hollow points make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down 

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on! 

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