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8 Mile Lyrics
Luv Me Lyrics
(Obie Trice) You don't see me in the hood It's cause I'm doin this
man
Verse 1 (Obie Trice) 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 untill these hoes feel this {fo sho...} and I can't let yall de-rail me
man I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie cause Obie be back
(ain't goin no where man) we got them cracks goin on and that yak going
on soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin, It's whateva put that on
the chedda man but in the meantime its Jimmy ivene time (fo sho) chase
cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho) this is it my nigga this what
we boast about Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth... And say we
love bitch..
CHORUS {Obie Trice} I just wanna love you, for the
rest of my life, {I dont love you bitch} I wanna hold you in the mornin
{Ha} Hold you thru 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 thru the night.. {Ha, we
dont wanna love bitches though}
Verse 2 (Eminem) There's a certain
mistique 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 its 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 aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money, you
cant pay me enough for you to play me it's cock-amamie, you just aint
zanie enough to rock with Shady, my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks
koo-koo, I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel im just
brutal, its no rumor, i'm numiro uno assume it, there's no humor in it, no
more you know i'm rollin with a bowlin 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...
CHORUS 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..
Verse 3 (50 Cent) {Obie Trice} my buzz is crazy in the
hood, they holla my name, if it aint about the flow, its about the stones
and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like a boss, 9-11 po
same colour as cranberry sauce, I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly da
shit let me find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch nigga's eatin
popcorn, right, rewinding the tape now shorty momma in the precent hollar'in
"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 abit more then
deep throat...
CHORUS {Obie Trice} I just wanna love you, for the
rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin {I luv'a burnish the monies,
the bunnies} Hhold 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 tha mornin, (I just
wanna luv ya) Hold you thru the night..
(50 Cent) (YEAH)
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