[Intro: Obie Trice] You donít see me in the hood ÖItís cuz Iím doin this man

[Verse One: Obie Trice] Niggaz Iím still grindiní Iím still heariní those sirens Iím still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because Iím writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business Iím here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I canít let yíall derail me man I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it my niggaís, this what we boast about Now Iím here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth And show me love bitch

[Chorus 2X] I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[Verse Two: Eminem] Thereís a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice thatís sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and Iím stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You canít sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep Iím strapped, just know in any minute I could snap Iím the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You canít pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clockís coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle Iím just brutal, its no rumor, Iím numero uno Assume it, thereís no humor in it No more you know, Iím Rollin with a swollen bowliní ball in my bag Youíll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me Öbitch

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[Verse 3: 50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it aint about the flow itís about the stones and the chain If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape Iím convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lilí Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, didnít have no beat That boy Díangelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes Then Big Ben taught Charlie Bmore to deep throat YeaÖ

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