Love Me

Love Me
(Obie Trice)
Y a’ll don’t see me in the hood, its cuz I’m doing this man

Niggaz I’m still grinding
I’m still hearing those sirens
I’m still gettin chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mic’s on
And my time is none because I’m writin more
And I ain’t here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat speak until these ho’s feel this
And I can’t let ya’ll derail me man
I got young Kobie homie, you gotta let go of obie
Cuz obie be back..we get them craps goin on and that
Yac goin on. soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin
Its whatever…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 niggaz…this what we boast about
Now I’m hear so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And show me love bitch

(Chorus)
I just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin..hold you through the night
I just wanna love ya for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin..hold you through the night

(Eminem)
Theres a certain mystique when I speak that you notice thats
Sorta unique cuz you know its me my poetry’s deep and I’m stillmatic
The way I flow to this beat you can’t sit still its like trying 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 aint even hungry it ain’t even money
You can’t pay me enough for you to play me
Its cockamamie you just ain’t zany enough to rock wit shady
My noodle is cockadoodle my clock’s cuckoo I got screws loose yea
The whole kit and caboodle I’m just brutal theres no rumor
I’m Numero uno assume it theres no humor in it no more you know
I’m rollin wit a swollen bowlin ball in my bag you need a fag
To come and tear a new hole in my ass you better love me….bitch
(Chorus 2X)

(50 Cent)
My boyz is crazy in the hood they hollerin my name
If it ain’t about the flo its bout the stones in the chain
If I was you I’d love me too I roll like a boss
9/11 pos same color as cranberry sauce
I ain’t gon front I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Lemme find out that he fuckin round wit bow wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right rewinded the tape
Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape
I’m convinced man something really wrong wit these hoes
I thought Lil Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose
Use to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a cd and didn’t have no beats
That boy D’Angelo he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B. more than deep throat

(Chorus 2X)

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