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(What's that?)\nIt's when motherfuckers assume\nThat they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon\nI got the balls to come through your walls like boom\nHave an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room\n(Niggas is doomed) Nah, not just yet\nI need to see you son of a bitches sweat\n(I love) What I got son, (Son) my shit is props son\n\n(Big) With Preem in the driver's seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin' shotgun\n(Stop son) Here is the ultimate\nSomethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit\n(I love) Niggas with heat (I love) niggas that's deep\n(I love) niggas that regulate the street\n(So love) Mic blessin', Smith & Wesson caressin'\n\n(First Family) With the Desert Storm impression\nThe lesson I advise\n\nIf you're not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide, boom\n\nWhat's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\nHand to hand but you can't stop the love\nYou push to impress and I'll leave you with less\nIt's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\nWhat's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\nHand to hand but you can't stop the love\nYou push to impress and I'll leave you with less\nIt's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n\nI love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw\nI love takin' niggas burners when they scared to draw\nI love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack\nI love beatin' niggas down when they rhyme is wack\nI love seein' MC's struggle to make\nThemselves somethin' that us real niggas love to hate\nIt's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my fours\n\nBlowin' holes through the project doors in 'Nam wars\nNigga, I love the feelin' and the rush that I get\n\nFrom sayin' run the Rolex watch with the diamond baguettes\nI love how my life was intact without a deal\nHow I kept the newest chromes on my automobile\nI love the fact that rappers make mad dough without a flow\n\nSoft niggas that I stain like piss in the snow\nI love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times\nAnd break the mic when I want with the roughest of rhymes\n\nIt's a luxury to see me MC, it's so hard\nThis lyrical brutality feeds a nigga's mentality\n\nI love when you niggas claim to be Brit\nKnowin' your mob ain't never lynched shit, what the fuck is this?\nNiggas bustin' shots in New York, I got my vest on\n\nTwenty round clips in my mic, I get my bless on\nLone soldier standin' on the front line, I fear none\nExcuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none\nYou niggas ain't no real MC's, you Sam Goody-ass niggas\nCan't write without suckin' down trees\nSo I love laughin' at you niggas while you're clappin' at me\nI'm sniffin' head shots from your man while he's slappin' at me\nI feel the hits from your rounds\n\nYour hollow points make a nigga wobble but I won't fall down\n\nYou motherfuckers see it? 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(What's that?)\n  It's when motherfuckers assume\n  That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon\n  I got the balls to come through your walls like boom\n  Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room\n  (Niggas is doomed) Nah, not just yet\n  I need to see you son of a bitches sweat\n  (I love) What I got son, (Son) my shit is props son\n\n  (Big) With Preem in the driver's seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin' shotgun\n  (Stop son) Here is the ultimate\n  Somethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit\n  (I love) Niggas with heat (I love) niggas that's deep\n  (I love) niggas that regulate the street\n  (So love) Mic blessin', Smith & Wesson caressin'\n\n  (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression\n  The lesson I advise\n\n  If you're not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide, boom\n\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n\n  I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw\n  I love takin' niggas burners when they scared to draw\n  I love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack\n  I love beatin' niggas down when they rhyme is wack\n  I love seein' MC's struggle to make\n  Themselves somethin' that us real niggas love to hate\n  It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my fours\n\n  Blowin' holes through the project doors in 'Nam wars\n  Nigga, I love the feelin' and the rush that I get\n\n  From sayin' run the Rolex watch with the diamond baguettes\n  I love how my life was intact without a deal\n  How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile\n  I love the fact that rappers make mad dough without a flow\n\n  Soft niggas that I stain like piss in the snow\n  I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times\n  And break the mic when I want with the roughest of rhymes\n\n  It's a luxury to see me MC, it's so hard\n  This lyrical brutality feeds a nigga's mentality\n\n  I love when you niggas claim to be Brit\n  Knowin' your mob ain't never lynched shit, what the fuck is this?\n  Niggas bustin' shots in New York, I got my vest on\n\n  Twenty round clips in my mic, I get my bless on\n  Lone soldier standin' on the front line, I fear none\n  Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none\n  You niggas ain't no real MC's, you Sam Goody-ass niggas\n  Can't write without suckin' down trees\n  So I love laughin' at you niggas while you're clappin' at me\n  I'm sniffin' head shots from your man while he's slappin' at me\n  I feel the hits from your rounds\n\n  Your hollow points make a nigga wobble but I won't fall down\n\n  You motherfuckers see it? 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(What's that?)\n  It's when motherfuckers assume\n  That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon\n  I got the balls to come through your walls like boom\n  Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room\n  (Niggas is doomed) Nah, not just yet\n  I need to see you son of a bitches sweat\n  (I love) What I got son, (Son) my shit is props son\n\n  (Big) With Preem in the driver's seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin' shotgun\n  (Stop son) Here is the ultimate\n  Somethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit\n  (I love) Niggas with heat (I love) niggas that's deep\n  (I love) niggas that regulate the street\n  (So love) Mic blessin', Smith & Wesson caressin'\n\n  (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression\n  The lesson I advise\n\n  If you're not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide, boom\n\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n\n  I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw\n  I love takin' niggas burners when they scared to draw\n  I love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack\n  I love beatin' niggas down when they rhyme is wack\n  I love seein' MC's struggle to make\n  Themselves somethin' that us real niggas love to hate\n  It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my fours\n\n  Blowin' holes through the project doors in 'Nam wars\n  Nigga, I love the feelin' and the rush that I get\n\n  From sayin' run the Rolex watch with the diamond baguettes\n  I love how my life was intact without a deal\n  How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile\n  I love the fact that rappers make mad dough without a flow\n\n  Soft niggas that I stain like piss in the snow\n  I love the fact that I survived through the roughest of times\n  And break the mic when I want with the roughest of rhymes\n\n  It's a luxury to see me MC, it's so hard\n  This lyrical brutality feeds a nigga's mentality\n\n  I love when you niggas claim to be Brit\n  Knowin' your mob ain't never lynched shit, what the fuck is this?\n  Niggas bustin' shots in New York, I got my vest on\n\n  Twenty round clips in my mic, I get my bless on\n  Lone soldier standin' on the front line, I fear none\n  Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none\n  You niggas ain't no real MC's, you Sam Goody-ass niggas\n  Can't write without suckin' down trees\n  So I love laughin' at you niggas while you're clappin' at me\n  I'm sniffin' head shots from your man while he's slappin' at me\n  I feel the hits from your rounds\n\n  Your hollow points make a nigga wobble but I won't fall down\n\n  You motherfuckers see it? Come on\n\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n  What's mines I love and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n\n  Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n  For all them sucker-ass niggas that don't know\n  When I crawl up out the hole\n  And I got M.O.P. with me, baby\n  Ain't no way you can run, no way you can hide\n  Put hot slugs in both sides\n  Split your back open wide\n  Niggas from the East side\n  Faggot\n"},{"id":31530013,"name":"I Luv","trackName":"I Luv","artistName":"M.O.P. feat. 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(What's that?)\n  It's when motherfuckers assume that they ass can't get popped\n  At twelve o'clock in the afternoon\n  I got the balls to come through your walls like (BOOM!)\n  Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room\n\n  (Niggas is doomed) Nah, not just yet\n  I need to see you son of a bitches sweat\n  (I love) What I got son, my shit is props son\n\n  With Preem in the driver's seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin' shotgun\n  (Stop sign) Here is the ultimate\n  Somethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin' my shit\n  (I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that's deep\n  (I love) Niggas that regulate the streets\n  (Sho' nuff) Mic blessin', Smith & Wesson caressin'\n  (First Family) With the Desert Storm impression\n  The lesson I advise\n  If you're not ready to ride on the homicide side, nigga slide\n  Bumpy\n\n  What's mines I love, and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand, but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress, and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n  What's mines I love, and I fight, push to shove\n  Hand to hand, but you can't stop the love\n  You push to impress, and I'll leave you with less\n  It's real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'\n\n  I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw\n  I love takin' nigga burners when they scared to draw\n  I love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack\n  I love beatin' niggas down when they rhymes is wack\n  I love seein' MCs struggle to make\n  Themselves somethin' that us real niggas love to hate\n  It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my 4's\n  Blowin' holes through the project doors in 'Nam wars\n\n  I love the feelin' and the rush that I get\n  From sayin' run the Rolex watch with the diamond baguettes\n  I love how my life was intact without a deal\n  How I kept the newest chromes on my automobile\n  I love the fact that rappers make mad dough without a flow\n  Soft niggas that I stain like bitches in the snow\n  I love the fact that I survive through the roughest of times\n  And break the mic when I want with the roughest of rhymes\n\n  It's a luxury to see me MC, it's so hard\n  This lyrical brutality feeds a nigga mentality\n\n  I love when you niggas claim to be Brit\n  Knowin' your mob ain't never lynched, nigga what the fuck is this?\n  Niggas bustin' shots in New York, I got my vest on\n  Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on\n\n  Lone soldier standin' on the front line, I fear none\n  Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none\n  You niggas ain't no real MCs\n  You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin' down trees\n  So I love laughin' at you niggas while you clappin' at me\n  I'm slippin' head shots from your man while he's slappin' at me\n  I feel the hits from your rounds\n\n  Your hollow points make a nigga wobble, but I won't fall down\n\n  You motherfuckers see it? 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