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Love me

Eminem





[Obie Trice] 
You donít see me in the hood 
Itís cuz Iím doin this man 

[Obie Trice] 
Niggaz Iím still grindiní 
Iím still heariní those sirens 
Iím still getting chased by those lights 
Only the lights lime, and my mics on 
And my time is none 
Because Iím writing more 
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business 
Iím here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this 
And I canít let yíall derail me man 
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie 
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on 
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin 
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man 
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time 
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out 
This is it my niggaís, this what we boast about 
Now Iím here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth 
And show me love bitch 

[Chorus] 
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life 
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night 
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life 
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[Eminem] 
Thereís a certain mystique, when I speak 
That you notice thatís sorta unique, cause you know its me 
My poetries deep and Iím stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat 
You canít sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep 
Iím strapped, just know in any minute I could snap 
Iím 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 canít pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many 
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady 
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clockís coo-coo 
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle 
Iím just brutal, its no rumor, Iím numero uno 
Assume it, thereís no humor in it 
No more you know, Iím rollin with a swollen bowliní ball in my bag 
Youíll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass 
You better love meÖ bitch 

[Chorus] 
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life 
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night 
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 boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name 
If it aint about the flow itís about the stones and the chain 
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce 
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit 
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch 
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape 
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape 
Iím convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes 
I thought Lilí Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose 
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet 
Then the bitch put out a CD, didnít have no beat 
That boy DíAngelo, he determined not to fail 
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell 
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes 
Then Big Ben taught Charli Bímore to deep throat 
YeaÖ 

[Chorus] 
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life 
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night 
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life 
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night



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