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lirik lagu i luv – m.o.p

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 n-gg-
don’t get it f-cked up ’cause i move with them thug n-gg-s
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 f-ckin’ with thugs
let me tell your punk -ss what i love

i love to see motherf-ckers, that show no love
and start speakin’ out like a b-tch when you catch ’em in the club
i love, when a slug cat shut down
and then try to post up when they d-mn near cut his -ss down

i love, trying to reach all parts of the map
on a ninja, with a big buddha b-tch on a back
i love, cats that rap and still drip checks
like your man lil’ fame, bill danze and triple x

aiyo, you know what i love
(what’s that?)
it’s when motherf-ckers -ssume
that they -ss can’t get popped at 12 o’clock in the afternoon
i got the b-lls to come through your walls, like
(boom)

have an -rg-sm every time i clear the f-ckin’ room
nah, not just yet
(n-gg-s is gone)
i need to see you son of a b-tches sweat
what i got, son, my sh-t 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 b-mpin’ my sh-t
n-gg-s with heat, n-gg-s that’s deep
(i love, i love)

n-gg-s 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, n-gg- slide

i love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
i love takin’ n-gg-s burners when they scared to draw
i love plottin’ on my enemies, i love to attack
i love beatin’ n-gg-s down when they rhymes is whack

i love seeing emcees struggle to make
themselves something that us real n-gg-s 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, n-gg-

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 n-gg-s, that i stain, like p-ss 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 n-gg-‘s mentality
i love, when you n-gg-s claim to be great
knowin’ your mob ain’t never lettin’ sh-t, what the f-ck is this?

n-gg-s 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 -ss n-gg-s can’t write without suckin’ down trees
so i love, laughin’ at you n-gg-s, 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 n-gg- wobble
but, i won’t fall down

yeah, you motherf-ckers see it, come on

aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
for all them sucka -ss n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s from the east side

- m o p

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