| Song | I Luv |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | First Family 4 Life |
| 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' | |
| *repeat* | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| 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 | |
| (m) blast (o) blast, 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 buddha bitch on a back | |
| I love, cats that rap and still drip checks | |
| Like your man lil' fame, bill danze and triple x | |
| Chorus | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Aiyyo, 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 | |
| (niggas is gone) nah, not just yet | |
| I need to see you son of a bitches sweat | |
| (i love) what i got, son, my shit is prop', son | |
| With prem' 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) niggas with heat, (i love) niggas that's deep | |
| Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff) | |
| Mic blessin, smith and wessun caressin | |
| (first family) with the desert storm impression | |
| The lesson: i advise if your not ready to ride | |
| On the homicide side, nigga slide | |
| Chorus | |
| [freddie foxxx] | |
| 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 | |
| Its a luxury to see me emcee | |
| Its 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 hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but i won't fall down | |
| *echoes* | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on! | |
| Chorus | |
| [freddie foxxx] | |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, 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 (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. with hot slugs at | |
| Both sides. split your back open wide. niggas from the east side |
| 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' | |
| repeat | |
| lil' fame | |
| 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 | |
| m blast o blast, 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 buddha bitch on a back | |
| I love, cats that rap and still drip checks | |
| Like your man lil' fame, bill danze and triple x | |
| Chorus | |
| billy danze | |
| Aiyyo, 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 | |
| niggas is gone nah, not just yet | |
| I need to see you son of a bitches sweat | |
| i love what i got, son, my shit is prop', son | |
| With prem' 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 niggas with heat, i love niggas that' s deep | |
| Niggas that regulate the streets sho' nuff | |
| Mic blessin, smith and wessun caressin | |
| first family with the desert storm impression | |
| The lesson: i advise if your not ready to ride | |
| On the homicide side, nigga slide | |
| Chorus | |
| freddie foxxx | |
| 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 | |
| Its a luxury to see me emcee | |
| Its 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 hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but i won' t fall down | |
| echoes | |
| lil' fame | |
| Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on! | |
| Chorus | |
| freddie foxxx | |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, 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 to the life ain' t nowhere you can hide. with hot slugs at | |
| Both sides. split your back open wide. niggas from the east side |