8 Mile Luv Me Lyrics

Luv Me Lyrics

(Obie Trice)

You don't see me in the hood

It's cause I'm doin this

man



Verse 1

(Obie Trice)

Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...)

I'm

still hearin those sirens

I'm still gettin chased by those lights

Only the

light's mine and my mic's on

And my time is none because I'm writin

more

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business

I'm here to eat,

speak untill these hoes feel this {fo sho...

and I can't let yall de-rail me

man 

I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

cause Obie be back

(ain't goin no where man) we got them cracks goin on

and that yak going

on

soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin,

It's whateva put that on

the chedda man

but in the meantime

its Jimmy ivene time (fo sho)

chase

cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho)

this is it my nigga this what

we boast about

Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth...

And say we

love bitch..



CHORUS

{Obie Trice

I just wanna love you,

for the

rest of my life, {I dont love you bitch

I wanna hold you in the mornin

{Ha

Hold you thru the night.. {Hahaha



I just wanna love you,

for

the rest of my life {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns

I wanna hold

you in the mornin, {we wanna love money

Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we

dont wanna love bitches though



Verse 2

(Eminem)

There's a certain

mistique when I speak,

that you notice that it's sorta unique,

cause you

know it's me, my poetry's deep,

and i'm still matic the way I flow to this

beat,

you cant sit still

its like tryin to smoke crack and go to

sleep

i'm strap, just knowin 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

cant pay me enough

for you to play me

it's cock-amamie, you just aint

zanie enough to rock with Shady,

my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks

koo-koo,

I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel

im just

brutal, its no rumor, i'm numiro uno

assume it,

there's no humor in it, no

more you know

i'm rollin with a bowlin ball in my bag,

you need a fag to

come and tear a new hole in my ass..

(Em Saying)

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 in the night..



(Obie

Trice)

(and all the bitches say)



I just wanna love you for the rest of

my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning, 

Hold you in the

night..



Verse 3

(50 Cent) {Obie Trice

my buzz is crazy in the

hood, they holla my name,

if it aint about the flow,

its about the stones

and the chain,

if I was you, i'd love me too,

I roll like a boss, 9-11 po

same colour as cranberry sauce,

I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly da

shit

let me find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch

nigga's eatin

popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

now shorty momma in the precent hollar'in

"RAPE!"

i'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's,

I

thought lil' Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn

use

ta listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)

then the bitch put out

a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)

that poor De-angelo he determined not

to fail,

that nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell,

my back shots to

help Ashanti hit them high notes,

and Big Ben taught Charlie abit more then

deep throat...



CHORUS {Obie Trice

I just wanna love you,

for the

rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin {I luv'a burnish the monies,

the bunnies

Hhold you in the night.. {I just wanna hold you

I just wanna

love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in tha mornin, (I just

wanna luv ya)

Hold you thru the night..



(50 Cent)

(YEAH)