Letra Love me Eminem

Love me

Obie Trice feat. Eminem & 50 Cent

[Intro - Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
it's because im doin' this man

[Verso 1 - Obie Trice]
Niggas i'm still grindin
i'm still hearin those sirens
i'm still gettin chased by those lights
only the lights, slime and my mics on
and my time is none,
because i'm writing more
and i ain't here to meet
a soul in this business
i'm here to eat and speak
until these ho's feel this
and i cant let
ya'll derail me man
i got young kobie homie,
you gotta let go of Obie
'cause Obie be back
we got them craps goin on,
and that yack goin on
soon as a nigga
touch down,
back from torn
it's whatever,
put that on the cheddar man
but in the mean time,
it's Jimmy Iveen time
chased cheese rhyme
till my voice give out
this is it my niggaz,
this what we boast about
now i'm here, so shut
your mother fuckin mouth
and show me love bitch

[Ritornello x 2]
I just wanna love ya
for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning
hold you through the night

[Verso 2 - Eminem]
There's a certain mystique,
when i speak
that you notice that sort of unique
cause you know it's me,
my poetry's deep
and i'm still mad
at 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 knowin any minute
i could snap,
i'm the equivelent if 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 cockamayne
you just ain't zaney enough,
to rock with Shady
my noodle is cockadoodle,
my clock is coucou
i got screws loose,
yah the whole kit in caboodle
i'm just brutal,
it's not rumour,
i'm "numero uno"
assume 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 fag to come
and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me, bitch

[Ritornello x 2]

[Verso 3 - 50 Cent]
My boys 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 rule like a boss
911 Porsche,
same color as cranberry sauce
i ain't goin front,
i thought R Kelly was the shit
let me find out, he fucked
around with Bow Wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn,
right rewinding the tape
now show momma in the precinct,
hollerin rape
i'm convinced man,
there's something really wrong
with these hoes
i thought Lil Kim was hot
till she started
fuckin with her nose
i used to listen to Lauren Hill,
and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a CD
and didn't have no beat
that boy D'Angelo,
he's determined not to fail
that nigga went bald ass
for his record to sell
my back shots are help
Ashanti hit them high note
and Big Ben taught
Charlie B Moore
to deep throat

[Ritornello x 2]