Intro: Obie Trice] You don’t see me in the hood …It’s cuz I’m doin this man

[Verse One: Obie Trice] Niggaz I’m still grindin’ I’m still hearin’ those sirens I’m still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because I’m writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I can’t let y’all 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 nigga’s, this what we boast about Now I’m 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] There’s a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap I’m 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 can’t 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 clock’s coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno Assume it, there’s no humor in it No more you know, I’m Rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me …bitch

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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 it’s 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 I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil’ 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, didn’t have no beat That boy D’angelo, 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 Yea…

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