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Love me

par Eminem

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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..

{Refrain: 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)

Eminem
There´s a certain mystique when I speak,
That you notice that it´s sort a 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,
I´m just brutal. 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

Obie Trice
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night

(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

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 color 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 Lil´ 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 deepthroat

{au Refrain}
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