[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 still hearing those sirens
I`m still getting chased by those lights
Only the light`s lime, and my mic`s on
And my time is none, because I`m writing more
I don`t hear to meet a soul in this business
I`m here to eat, speak, until these ho`s feel this
I ain`t gonna let you derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
`Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
It`s forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it`s Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme `til 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
[Chorus]
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don`t love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
(Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money
we don`t love no bitches, though)
I just wanna love, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night
[Eminem]
There`s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
`Cause it`s sort of unique `cause you know it`s me
My poetry`s deep, and I`m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can`t sit still, it`s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I`m strapped, it`s known 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 cockamamey you just ain`t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock`s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I`m just brutal
It`s no rumor, I`m numero uno, assume it, there`s no more humor in it, you
know
I`m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
And all the bitches say
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain`t about the flow, it`s `bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, I`d love men too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain`t gon` front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking `round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape
I`m convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho`s
I thought Lil` Kim was hot, `til she start fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD and didn`t have no beats
That nigga 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 taught Charli B`More to deep throat (yea)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha
I just wanna love you, yea
