"Luv Me" lyrics

[Obie Trice:]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doin this man

Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those lights
Only the light's mine 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 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 (ain't goin nowhere man) we got them cracks goin on
And that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin
It's whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime
It's Jimmy Ivene time (for sure)
Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(for sure)
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth
And say we love bitch

I just wanna love you
For the rest of my life, {I don't love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the mornin {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 mornin, {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 sorta unique
Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat
You cant sit still
It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strap, just knowin 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 cant pay me enough
For you to play me
It's cock-amamie, 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
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 bowlin ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

You better love me, bitch

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

[Obie Trice:]
(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 in the night

[50 Cent {Obie Trice}:]
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 boss, 9-11 Porsche same colour as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I was R-Kelly the shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
Nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mamma in the precent hollaring, "Rape!"
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's
I thought lil' Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
Use ta listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
Then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
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

[Obie Trice:]
I just wanna love you
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin {I love'a burnish the monies, the bunnies}
Hold you in the night {I just wanna hold you}
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin, (I just wanna love ya)
Hold you through the night

[50 Cent:]
Yeah