[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this man
[Obie Trice]
n***as I'm still grindin' (yeah...)
I'm still hearin' those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime 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 buisness
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this (for sure...)
And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)
We got them craps going on and that yak going on
Soon as a n***a touch down back from tourin'
It's whatever, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime it's Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is i,t my n***a's, this is what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your muthaf**in' mouth
And show me love b**h
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't love you b**h)
I wanna hold you in the morning (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, we wanna love money)
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night...(Ha) (we don't wanna love b**hes though)
[Eminem]
There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta 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, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped
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 can't pay me enough
For you to play me, its co*k-a-many
You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is co*k-a-doodle, my clock's cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit 'n' kaboodle
I'm just brutal
It's no rumour, I'm numero uno, a**ume it
There's no humour in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a f*g to come and tear a new hole in my a**
You better love me, b**h
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night
[Obie Trice]
And all the b**hes say
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night
[50 Cent]
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holler 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 bus, 9/11 Porche same colour as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the sh**
Then we find out he f**in' round with Bow Wow b**h
n***as eatin' popcorn, right, rewindin' the tape
Now Shorty, Momma in the precinct, hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man, somethin' really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot, then she start f**in with her nose (God Damn)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the b**h put out a CD that didn't have no beats (uh-huh)
That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That n***a went bu*t-a** for his record to sell
My back shot help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B'more to deep throat
Yea'
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you)
Hold you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning (I just wanna love you)
Hold you through the night
Yeah