Eminem Featuring 50 Cent And Obie Love Me Lyrics

Love Me Lyrics

8 Mile
soundtrack lyrics


Obie Trice/Eminem/50 Cent - Luv
Me
Verse 1
(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'm still hearing
those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's
mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more,
And I
ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness,
I'm here to eat, speak, until
these hoes feel this, (for sure...)
and I can't let y'all derail me
man,
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be
back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)
We got them craps going 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, it's Jimmy Ivene
time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my nigga,
this what we boast about,
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin
mouth
And show me 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 morning, (Ha)
hold you through 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 morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you
through the night.. (Ha) (we don't wanna love bitches though)

Verse
2
(Eminem)
There's a certain mystique 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 can't sit still, it's like tryin
to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing 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 cockamamie,
you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle
is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole
kitten-kaboodle,
It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,
there's no
humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my
bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
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

(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 through the
night

Verse 3
(50 Cent)
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla
my name,
if it ain't about the flow,
it's about the stones and the
chain,
if I was you, I'd love me too,
I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same
colour as cranberry sauce,
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha
shit,
then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,
niggas eatin
popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precinct
hollerin rape,
i'm convinced man something really wrong with these
hoes,
I thought L'il Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose, (God
Damn)
used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,
then the bitch put
out a CD that didn't have no beats, (uh-huh)
that boy 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 told Charlie to be more than
deepthroat

CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I
wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv'a burnish the monies, the
bunnies)
hold you through the night(I just wanna hold you

I just
wanna love you for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, (I
just wanna love you)
hold you through the night