Various Artists Love Me - Obie Trice, Eminem & 50 Cent Lyrics

[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man

n____s, 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 c___s going on
And that rap going on, soon as a n____ 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 n____s, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your m_________ing mouth, and show me love, b____

[Chorus]
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, b____)
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 b____es, 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 c___amamey you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is c___-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, a__ume it, there's no more humor in it, you
know
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a f__ and tear a near hole in my a__, you better love me, b____

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
And all the b____es 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 s___
Let me find out he f___ing 'round with Bow Wow b____
n____s 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 f___ing with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
Then the b____ put out a CD and didn't have no beats
That n____ D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That n____ went b___-a__, 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

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