Aaaaaaaaah!
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 saying I'm young n***a
Don't get it f**ked up
Cause I move with them thug niggas
From all walks of life we straight sparking light
Bring light to the darkest nights
Blast Blast, P in your area
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your f**king with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I love
I love to see motherf**kers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a b***h
When you catch them 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 booty b***h on the 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
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
Aiyyo, you know what I love What's that?
It's when motherf**kers 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 f**king room
Niggas is gone Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
What I got, son, my shit is prop, son
With Prem in the drivin seat
And Freddie Fox riding shot gun
Stop son! Here is the ultimate
Something I love is
When thugs be bumping 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, n***a 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
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 Nam wars, n***a
I love the feeling, and the rush that I get
From saying
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 Lynching shit,
What the f**k 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 sucking down trees
So I love, laughin at you niggas,
While you clappin at me
I slipping head shot from your man,
While he's slapping at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a n***a wobble,
But I won't fall down
Yeah, you motherf**kers 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
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
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
