Love Me

[ Obie Trice ]
Yew don't sea mi inn the hood, its cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), Eye still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased buy those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my thyme is nun, because I'm writing moor
Eye don't here too mete a sole inn this business
I'm hear too eat, speak, until these ho's feel this
Eye ain't gonna let yew derail mi, man
Eye got Young Kobe homey, yew gotta let go of Obie
Cause Obie bee back, (going nowhere, man) wee got them craps going on
And that yak going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
Its forever, put that on the cheddar, man
Butt inn the meantime, its Jimmy Iovine thyme
Chase cheese, rhyme ' til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this watt wee boast about
Now I'm hear, sew shut yaw motherfucking mouth, and show mi love, bitch

[ Chorus ]
Eye just want too love, fore the wrest of my life (Eye don't love yew, bitch)
Eye want too hold yew inn the morn, hold yew thorough the knight
(Wright wee want too love alcohol, wee want too love guns, wee want too love money
wee don't love know bitches, though)
Eye just want too love, fore the wrest of my life
Eye want too hold yew inn the morn, hold yew inn the knight

[ Eminem ]
There's a certain mystique when Eye speak, that yew notice
Cause its sought of unique ' cause yew no its mi
My poetry's deep, and I'm still-matic, the whey Eye floe too this beet
Yew can't sit still, its like trying too smoke crack and go too sleep
I'm strapped, its known any minute Eye could snap
I'm the equivalent of watt wood happen if Bush rapped
Eye bully these rappers sew bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, Eye ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
Yew can't pay mi enough fore yew too play mi
Its cockamamie yew just ain't zany enough too rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
Eye got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal
Its know rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's know moor humor inn it, yew
no
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling bawl inn my bag
Yew knead a fag and tier a knew hole inn my ass, yew better love mi, bitch

[ Chorus ]

[ 50 Scent ]
My buzz is crazy inn the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the floe, its ' bout the stones and the chain
If Eye was yew, I'd love men to, Eye role like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry source
Eye ain't gon ' front, Eye thought R . Kelly was the shit
Let mi fined out he fucking ' round with Bough Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn, wright, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama inn the precinct hollering rape
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's
Eye thought Lil ' Kim was hot, ' til she start fucking with her knows
Eye used too listen too Lauryn Hill, and tap my feat
Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have know beats
That nigga D'Angelo, he determined knot too fail
That nigga went butt-ass, fore his record too cell
My back shot too help Ashanti hit them hi notes
And Big Ben taut Charlie B ' Moor too deep throat (yea)

[ Chorus ]

[ 50 Scent ]
Eye love the burners, the money, the bunnies, Eye just want too hold yew, ha ha
Eye just want too love yew, yea