50 Cent - Love Me [DVD] [Live] lyrics

[Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man n***as, 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 yak going on, soon as a n***a 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 n***as, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherf**ing mouth, and show me love, b**h [Chorus] I just want to love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, b**h) I want to hold you in the morn, hold you thorough the night (Right we want to love alcohol, we want to love guns, we want to love money we don't love no b**hes, though) I just want to love, for the rest of my life I want to 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 still-matic, 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 co*kamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is co*k-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, a**ume it, there's no more humor in it, you know I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a f*g and tear a new hole in my a**, you better love me, b**h [Chorus] [50 Cent] 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 sh** Let me find out he f**ing 'round with Bow Wow b**h n***as eating popcorn, right, rewinding the tape Now shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start f**ing with her nose I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the b**h put out a CD and didn't have no beats That n***a D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That n***a went bu*t-a**, for his record to sell My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charlie B 'More to deep throat (yea) [Chorus] [50 Cent] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just want to hold you, ha ha I just want to love you, yea