You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doing this man

Nigga's 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 business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let y'all, de-rail me, man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back on, we got them cracks going on
And that yak going on

Soon as a nigga touch down back from tour
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 niggas this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfucking mouth
And show me love, bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't love you, bitch)
Wanna hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through in the night
(Hahaha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)
Wanna hold you in the morning
(We wanna love money)
Hold you through in the night
(Ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)

There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that it's order unique
'Cause you know its 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 strap
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 cock-amamie
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You just ain't zanie enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kitten-kaboodel
There's no room and I'm numiro uno, assuming

There's no humor in it, you know
I'm rollin' with a bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
(Em Saying)
You better love me, bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
Wanna hold you in the morning
Wanna hold you in the night
(And all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
Wanna hold you in the morning
Wanna hold you in the night

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 were you, I'd love me too

I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thrown R-Kelly with this shit
Let me find out he fucking round with bow wow, bitch
Nigga's eatin' popcorn right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the percent hollarin' rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's
I thought 'lil-Kim was hot before she started fucking with her nose
(God Damh)
You to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beat
That poor De-Angelo he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie a bit more then deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(Obie Trice)
Wanna hold you in the morning
(I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies)
Wanna hold you in the night
(I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(Obie Trice)
Wanna hold you in the morning
(I just wanna hold you)
Wanna hold you in the night
(Yeah)