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What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to
Hand to hand?, but you can't the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to
to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's love for the mics that I bless, no quest

Can't stop the love, I you sayin' I'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up I move with them thug niggas
From old, to life we straight sparkin'
Bring to the darkest nights

Blast, blast, P in your
(M, O)
Make a and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your fuckin' with
Let me tell your punk ass what I

I to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And start speakin' out like a bitch when you 'em in the club
I love, when a cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn cut his ass down

I love, trying to reach all of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a
I love, cats that rap and still drip
Like man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple x

mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no

Aiyo, you know what I
(What's that?)
when motherfuckers assume
That they ass get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls,
(Boom)

Have an orgasm every time I clear the room
Nah, not yet
(Niggas is gone)
I to see you son of a bitches sweat
What I got, son, my is prop', son
(I love)

With in the drivin' seat and Freddie Fox ridin' shotgun
is the ultimate
(Stop son)
Somethin' I is when thugs be bumpin' my shit
Niggas with heat, niggas that's
(I love, I love)

Niggas that regulate the
(Sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, and Wessun caressin'
the Desert Storm impression
(First family)
The lesson, I advise if your not to ride
On the homicide side, nigga

mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

I love beats are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin' niggas burners they scared to draw
I love plottin' on my enemies, I to attack
I love beatin' niggas down when they rhymes is

I love seeing emcees struggle to
Themselves something that us real niggas love to
too late, I love my Ninas and I love my, fours
Blowin' through the project doors in, knive wars, nigga

I the feeling, and the rush that I get
From, Sam, run the watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact a deal
How I kept the newest on my automobile

I love the fact that rappers the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I survived through the of times
And break the mic when I want, with the roughest of

a luxury to see me emcee
It's so hard, this brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas to be great
Knowin' your mob never lettin' shit, what the fuck is this?

bustin' shots on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my on
Loan soldier on the front line, I fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I none

You niggs no real emcee's
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin' down
So I love, at you niggas, while you clappin' at me
I split your head shot from your man, while he's at me

I the hits from your rounds
hollow points make a nigga wobble
But, I fall down

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

What's mine's I love, and I fight, to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the
You push to impress, and I leave you less
It's real love for the that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all sucka ass niggas that don't know, when
I crawl up out the
And I got M.O.P. me, baby, ain't nowhere

You can run ain't nowhere you can
(To the life)
hot slugs at both sides
Split your back open
Niggas from the Side