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Luv Me
作詞：Curtis Jackson, Steve King, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Obie Trice
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this, man
Niggas, I'm still grinding
(Yeah)
I'm still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's mine and my mic's 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, speak, until these hoes feel this
(For sure)
And I can't let y'all derail me, man
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back
(Ain't goin' nowhere, man)
We got them craps going on and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin'
It's whateva, put that on the chedda, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Ivene time
Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it, my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love, bitch
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I dont love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning, old you through the night
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
(We wanna love money, ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)
There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that it's sorta 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 tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
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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 cockamamie
You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and kaboodle
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it
There's no humor 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
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
(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
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla 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 roll like a bus, 9/11 pulse, same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought R Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out, he fucking round with bow, wow bitch
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty, momma in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man, something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose
(God Damn)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh huh)
That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben told Charlie to deepthroat
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you through the night
(I just wanna hold you)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
(I just wanna love you)
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