Love Me

[Obie Trice] You don’t see me in the hood It’s cuz I’m doin this man [Obie Trice] Niggaz I’m still grindin’ I’m still hearin’ those sirens I’m still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because I’m writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I can’t let y’all derail me man I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about Now I’m here, so shut your muthaf**kin mouth And show me love bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [Eminem] There’s a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-mamy You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit'n kaboodle I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno a*sume it, there’s no humor in it No more you know, I’m rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my a*s You better love me… bitch [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 911 porsh same color as cranberry sauce I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit Let me find out he f**kin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now Shorty, Momma in the precenct, hollerin rape I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start f**kin with her nose Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-a*s for his record to sell My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes Then Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat Yea… [Chorus] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night