Love Me

[Obie Trice]
  You don''t see me in the hood, it''s cause I''m doing this man
 
  Niggas, I''m still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
  I''m still getting chased by those lights
  Only the light''s lime, and my mic''s on
  And my time is none, because I''m writing more
  I don''t hear to meet a soul in this business
  I''m here to eat, speak, until these ho''s feel this
  I ain''t gonna let you derail me, man
  I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
  ''Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going  on
  And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
  It''s forever, put that on the cheddar, man
  But in the meantime, it''s Jimmy Iovine time
  Chase cheese, rhyme ''til my voice give out
  This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
  Now I''m here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love,  bitch
 
  [Chorus]
  I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don''t love you,  bitch)
  I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
  (Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love  money
  we don''t love no bitches, though)
  I just wanna love, for the rest of my life
  I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
 
  [Eminem]
  There''s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
  ''Cause it''s sort of unique ''cause you know it''s me
  My poetry''s deep, and I''m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
  You can''t sit still, it''s like trying to smoke crack and go to  sleep
  I''m strapped, it''s known any minute I could snap
  I''m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
  I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
  It ain''t even funny, I ain''t even hungry, it ain''t even money
  You can''t pay me enough for you to play me
  It''s cockamamey you just ain''t zany enough to rock with Shady
  My noodle is cock a doodle, my clock''s coo coo
  I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I''m just  brutal
  It''s no rumor, I''m numero uno, assume it
  There''s no more humor in it, you know
  I''m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
  You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love  me, bitch
 
  [Chorus]
 
  [50 Cent]
  And all the bitches say
  My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
  If it ain''t about the flow, it''s ''bout the stones and the chain
  If I was you, I''d love me too, I roll like a boss
  Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
  I ain''t gon'' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
  Let me find out he fucking ''round with Bow Wow bitch
  Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
  Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape
  I''m convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho''s
  I thought Lil'' Kim was hot, ''til she start fucking with her nose
  I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
  Then the bitch put out a CD and didn''t have no beats
  That boy D''Angelo, he determined not to fail
  That nigga went butt ass, for his record to sell
  My back shots ''ll help Ashanti hit them high notes
  And Big Ben taught Charli B''More to deep throat (yea)
 
  [Chorus]
 
  [50 Cent]
  I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold  you, ha ha
  I just wanna love you, yea

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