Eminem - Luv Me lyrics

[Intro Obie Trice] You dont see me in the hood its because im doin this man [Obie Trice] n***as im still grindin im still hearin those sirens im still gettin chased by those lights only the lights lime, and my mics on and my time is none, because im writing more and i aint here to meet a soul in this business im here to eat, speak until these ho's feel this and i cant let ya'll derail me man i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of obie because obie be back(i dont know man) we got them craps goin on, and that yack goin on soon as a n***a touch down, back from tourin its whatever, put that on the cheddar man but in the mean time, its jimmy iovine time chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out this is it my n***az, this what we boast about now im here, so shut your mother f**in mouth and show me love b**h Chorus X2 I just wanna love ya for the rest of my life(i dont love you b**h) i wanna hold you in the morn' hold you through the night [Eminem] Theres a certain mystique, when i speak that you notice that sort of unique cause you know its me, my poetry's deep and im stillmatic the way i flow to this beat you cant sit still its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could snap im the equivelent if 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, its cacamamy you just aint zaney enough, to rock with shady my noodle is co*kadoodle, my clock is cookoo i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n caboodle im just brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno a**ume it, theres no humour in it, no more you know im 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 Chorus X2 (and all the b**hes say) [50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name if it aint about the flow its bout the stones and the chain(yea) if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a boss 911 porsche, same color as cranberry sauce i aint goin front, i thought r kelly was the sh** let me find out, he f**ed around with bow wow b**h n***az eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the tape now shorty momma in the precinct, hollerin rape im convinced man, something really wrong with these hos i thought lil kim was hot till she started f**in with her nose(got damn) i used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my feet then the b**h put out a cd that didnt have no beat that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail that n***a went bu*ta** for his record to sell my back shots are help ashanti hit them high notes and big ben taught charlie b moore to deep throat Chorus X2