Eminem F- 50 Cent Obie Trice Love Me Lyrics

Love Me Lyrics

[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 men 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 nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail

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

 My back shot to 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