M.o.p. - I Luv Lyrics

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Ah

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

Blast blast p in your area

(m o)

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'

Aiyo 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)

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Have an orgasm every time i clear the fuckin' room

Nah not just yet

(niggas is gone)

I need to see you son of a bitches sweat

What i got son my shit is prop' son

(i love)

With prem' in the drivin' seat and freddie fox ridin' shotgun

Here is the ultimate

(stop son)

Somethin' i love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit

Niggas with heat niggas that's deep

(i love i love)

Niggas that regulate the streets

(sho' nuff)

Mic blessin smith and wessun caressin'

With the desert storm impression

(first family)

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'

Aiyo aiyo aiyo

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 ain't nowhere you can hide

(to the life)

With hot slugs at both sides

Split your back open wide

Niggas from the east side

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