[Obie Trice]

You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man



Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens

I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's lime, and my mic's on

And my time is none, because I'm writing more

I don't hear to meet a soul in this business

I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this

I ain't gonna let you derail me, man

I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie

'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on

And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town

It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch



[Chorus]

I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night

(Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money

we don't love no bitches, though)

I just wanna love, for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night



[Eminem]

There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice

'Cause it's sort of 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, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep

I'm strapped, it's known 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

It's cockamamey you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady

My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo

I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal

It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no more humor in it, you

know

I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag

You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch



[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

And all the bitches say

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name

If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain

If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss

Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce

I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit

Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch

Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape

I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's

I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose

I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats

That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell

My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes

And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)



[Chorus]



[50 Cent]

I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha

I just wanna love you, yea