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Eminem
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| Love Me
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[Obie Trice]
You dont see me in the hood, its cause Im doing this man
Niggas, Im still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
Im still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none, because Im writing more
I dont hear to meet a soul in this business
Im here to eat, speak, until these hos feel this
I aint 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
Its forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, its Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now Im here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I dont 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 dont 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]
Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause its sort of unique cause you know its me
My poetrys deep, and Im stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You cant sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap
Im 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
Its cockamamey you just aint zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, Im just brutal
Its no rumor, Im numero uno, assume it
Theres no more humor in it, you know
Im 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 aint about the flow, its bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, Id love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I aint 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
Im convinced, man, something really wrong with these hos
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 didnt have no beats
That boy DAngelo, 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 BMore 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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