Artist/Band:
50 Cent
Lyrics for Song: Luv Me
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - 50 Cent
6611>[Obie Trice]
YaÂ’ll donÂ’t see me in the hood
It’s ‘cause I’m doing this man
[Obie Trice]
Niggas IÂ’m still grinding (yea)
IÂ’m still hearing those sirens (whoo whoo)
IÂ’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime and my micÂ’s on (unh)
And my time is none
Because IÂ’m writing more
And I ainÂ’t here to meet a soul in this business
IÂ’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this (foÂ’ sho)
And I canÂ’t let yaÂ’ll derail me man
I got young Kobe homie, you gotta let go of Obie
‘Cause Obie be back (We ain’t going nowhere man)
We get them craps going on and that “Yac” going on
Soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring
ItÂ’s whatever (whatever), put that on the cheddah man
But in the meantime itÂ’s Jimmy Iovine time (foÂ’ sho)
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out (foÂ’ sho)
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now IÂ’m here, so shut your motherfucking mouth
And show me love bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[Obie Trice In Background] I donÂ’t love you bitch, ha, haha, right
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Obie Trice In Background] We wanna love alcohol,
we wanna love guns, we wanna love money,
we donÂ’t wanna love no bitches though
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Eminem]
ThereÂ’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sort of unique, ‘cause you know it’s me
My poetryÂ’s deep and IÂ’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You canÂ’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
IÂ’m strapped, itÂ’s known any minute I could snap
IÂ’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It ainÂ’t even funny, I ainÂ’t even hungry, it ainÂ’t even money
You canÂ’t pay me enough, for you to play me, itÂ’s cockamamie
You just ainÂ’t zany enough, to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clockÂ’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit-n-kaboodle
IÂ’m just brutal, its no rumor, IÂ’m numero uno
Assume it, thereÂ’s no humor in it no more
You know, IÂ’m rolling 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
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Obie Trice In Background] 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 through the night
[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ainÂ’t about the flow itÂ’s about the stones and the chain (yea)
If I was you, IÂ’d love men too, I roll like a boss
911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce (whoo!)
I ainÂ’t gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit (uh huh)
Let me find out he fucking ‘round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shortyÂ’ momma in the precinct hollering rape
IÂ’m convinced man, something really wrong with these hoes
I thought LilÂ’ Kim was hot, till she start fucking with her nose (goddamn!)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it didnÂ’t have no beats (uh huh)
That boy DÂ’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 Charli BÂ’more to deep throat
Yea!
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies,
I just wanna hold ya, hahaha
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I just wanna love ya
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[50 Cent] Yea!
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