[feat. Eminem and 50 Cent]
[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doin this man
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[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 mother****in 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 swollen 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 Porshe same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly da shit
let me find out he ****in 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 ****in 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]
Hold 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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