Lyrics: 50 CENT "LUV ME" (0/1)

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[Obie Trice]

Obie Trice

You don't see me in the hood

It's cuz I'm doin this man

It's cause I'm doing this man

[Obie Trice]

Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...)

Niggaz I'm still grindin

I'm still hearing those sirens,

I'm still hearin those sirens

I'm still getting chased by those lights,

I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on

Only the lights lime, and my mics on

And my time is none because I'm writing more,

And my time is none

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness,

Because I'm writing more

I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)

And I aint here to meet a soul in this business

And I can't let y'all derail me man,

I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this

I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

And I can't let y'll derail me man

Cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)

I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie

We got them craps going on

Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps

And that yak going on,

going on and that giach going on

Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin',

Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin

It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,

Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Ivene time,

But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,

Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out

This is it my nigga, this what we boast about,

This is it my nigga's, this what we boast about

Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth

Now I'm here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth

And show me love bitch..

And show me love bitch

[Refrain: Obie Trice]

[Chorus]

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

Hold you through the night (Hahaha)

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

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, hold you through the night

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

Eminem

That you notice that's sorta unique, cause you know its me

There's a certain mystique when I speak,

My poetries deep and I'm stillmatic,

That you notice that it's sort a unique,

the way I flow to this beat

Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,

You can't sit still, its like trying to

And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,

smoke crack and go to sleep

You can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack

I'm strapped, just know in any minute I could snap

And go to sleep, I'm strapped,

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped

Just knowing any minute I could snap,

I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,

It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,

You can't pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many

It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,

You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady

It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough

My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo

For you to play me, it's cockamamie,

I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle

You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,

I'm just brutal, its no rumor, I'm numero uno

My noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,

Assume it, there's no humor in it

I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,

No more you know, I'm rollin with a

I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,

swollen bowlin ball in my bag

There's no humor in it no more, you know

You'll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

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]

Obie Trice

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

I wanna hold you in the morning,

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

Hold you through the night

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

(and all the bitches say)

[50 Cent]

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holler my name

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

If it aint about the flow it's about the stones in the chain

I wanna hold you in the morning,

If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss

Hold you through the night

911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce

I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit

50 Cent

Then we find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,

Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape

If it ain't about the flow,

Now Shorty Momma in the precinct hollerin rape

It's about the stones and the chain,

I'm convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes

If I was you, I'd love me too,

I thought Lil Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce,

Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet

I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit,

Then the bitch put out a CD, didn't have no beats

Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,

That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail

Niggas eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape,

My back shots helped Ashanti hit them high notes

I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes,

Then Big Ben taught Charli B'more to deep throat

I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose, (God Damn)

Yea?

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)

[Chorus]

That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail,

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell,

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,

I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life

And Big Ben told Charlie to deepthroat

I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[au Refrain]

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