• Artist: Eminem/Obie Trice/ 50 Cent
• Song Title: Love Me
• Album: 8 Mile

Ya’ll saw me in the hood
It’s cuz I’m doing this man

N****z I’m still grindin, I’m still hearin those sirens
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the light’s mine and the mic’s on
And my time is none because I’m writin more
And I aint hit or need a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak, until this hoes feel this
And I can’t let ya’ll da real me man
I got young Kobe homie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back
We get that craps goin on and that gap goin on
Soon as a n**** touch down back from torn
It’s whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the mean time, it’s Jimmy Iveen time
Chase cheese rhyme ‘til my voice give out
This is it my n****z
This what we boast about
Now I’m here
So shut your motherf**kin mouth (and show me luv b****)


I just wanna luv ya
For the rest of my life (I don’t luv you b****)
I wanna hold you in the mornin
Hold you in the night
(we wanna luv)
I just wanna luv ya (alcohol)
(we wanna luv)
For the rest of my life (gunz)
(we wanna luv…money)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(we don’t wanna luv….no b****es tho)
Hold you in the night

There’s a certain mystique when I speak that you notice that’s sorta unique
Cuz you know it’s me
My poetry is deep and I’m stillmatic
The way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still
It’s like tryin to smoke crack then go to sleep
I’m strapped, it’s known at any minute that 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 and I aint even hungry
It aint even money
You can’t pay me enough for you to play me
It’s cock-a-mainy
You just aint zany enough; to rock wit Shady
My noodles is cock-a-doodle
My clock’s koo-koo
I got screws loose
Yeah the whole kit and cabooloo
I’m just brutal
It’s no warner I’m numero uno
A**ume it
It’s no humor in it
No more you know
I’m rollin wit a swollen bowlin ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tare a new hole in my a** (you betta love me b****)

Hook

My buds are crazy in the hood
They holla my name
If it aint about the flow
It’s about the stones and the chain (yeah)
If I was you, I ? unto I roll like a boss
9/11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gon front
I thought of R.Kelly was the s**t
Let me find out he f**kin round wit Bow Wow b****
N****z eatin popcorn, right, rewindin the tape
Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape
I’m convinced man
Somethin really wrong wit these hoes
I thought Lil Kim was hot
Til she started f**kin wit her nose
Use to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet
Then the b**** put out a cd
Didn’t have no beats (uh huh)
That boy D’Angelo
He determined not to fail
That n**** went butt a** for his record to sell
My backshot to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B. Moore
How to deep throat (yeah)

Hook