[Intro]
Aaaaaaaaah!

[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
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'

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Can't stop the love! I know you sayin' I'm a young n***a
Don't get it fucked up cause I move with them thug n***as
From all walks of life we straight spark at night
Bring light to the darkest nights
(M) Black, (O) Black, P in your area
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 booty bitch on the back
I love, cats that rap and still grip techs
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and Triple X
[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
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'

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Ayo, 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 (Boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin room
(N***as is doomed) Nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
(I love) What I got, son (what), my shit is prop', son (yeah)
With Preem in the drivin seat and Freddie Foxxx ridin shotgun
(Stop son!) Here is the ultimate
Somethin' I love is when thugs be bumpin my shit
(I love) N***as with heat, (I love) n***as that's deep
(I love) N***as that regulate the streets (sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, Smith and Wessun caressin'
(First Family) With the Desert Storm impression
The lesson: I advise if you're not ready to ride
On the homicide side, n***a slide
[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
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'

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx]
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin' n***as burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin' n***as down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real n***as 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 mad dough, without a flow
Soft n***as 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, feeds a n***a's mentality
I love, when you n***as claim to be great
Knowin your Mob ain't never Lynch shit, what the fuck is this?
N***as 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 emcees
You Sam Goody ass n***as can't write without suckin down trees
So I love, laughin at you n***as, while you clappin at me
I slipping head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a n***a wobble, but I won't fall down
(Fall down, fall down, fall down...)
[Interlude: Lil' Fame]
Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on!

[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
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'

[Outro: Freddie Foxxx]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
For all them sucka ass n***as that don't know
When I crawl up out the hole
And I got M.O.P. with me, baby
Ain't nowhere you can run (to the life), nowhere you can hide
With hot slugs at both sides
Split your back open wide
N***as from the East Side
(Faggot)