Love Me lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : Love Me



 Send "Love Me" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (obie trice)
You don’t see me in the hood
It’s cause I’m doing this man

Verse 1
(obie trice)
Nigga’s 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 de-rail me man,
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
obie
Cause obie be back on, we got them cracks going
on
And that yak going on,
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tour,
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 niggas this what we boast about,
Now I’m here so shut your motherf**king
mouth...
And show me love bit*h!

Chorus
(obie trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I
don’t love you bit*h)
Wanna hold you in the morning, (ha)
Hold you through in the night.. (hahaha)
(obie trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
(we wanna love alchohol, we wanna love guns,)
Wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love
money)
Hold you through in the night.. (ha) (we don’t
wanna love bit*hes though)

Verse 2
(eminem)
There’s a cirtain mistique when I speak,
That you notice that it’s order unique,
Cause you know it’s me, my poetry’s deep,
And I’m still matic the way I flow to this
beat,
You cant sit still, it’s like tryin to smoke
crack
And go to sleep, I’m strap,
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,
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry,
It ain’t even money, you cant pay me enough
For you to play me, it’s cock-amamie,
You just ain’t zanie enough to rock with
shady,
My noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole
kitten-kaboodel,
There’s no room and I’m numiro uno,
assuming,
There’s no humor in it, you know
I’m rollin with a bowling ball in my bag,
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my
ass..
(em saying)
You better love me bit*h...

Chorus
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
Wanna hold you in the morning,
Wanna hold you in the night..

(obie trice)
(and all the bit*hes say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
Wanna hold you in the morning,
Wanna hold you in the night..

Verse 3
(50 cent)
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my
name,
If it ain’t about the flow,
Its about the stones and the chain,
If I were you, I’d love me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as
cranberry sauce,
I ain’t gonna front, I thrown r-kelly with this
shit,
Let me find out he f**king round with bow wow
bit*h,
Nigga’s eatin popcorn right, rewinding the
tape,
Now shorty momma in the precent hollar’in
rape,
I’m convinced man something really wrong with
these hoe’s, (obie trice)
I thought lil-kim was hot before she started
f**king with her nose, (God damh)
You to listen to lauren hill and tap my feet,
(obie trice)
Then the bit*h put out a cd that didn’t have no
beat, (uh-ha)
That poor de-angelo he determined not to fail,
That nigga went butt-ass for his recoard to
sell,
My back shots to help ashyonti hit them high
notes,
And big ben taught charlie abit more then deep
throat...

Chorus
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
(obie trice)
Wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv’a burnish
the monies, the bunnies)
Wanna hold you in the night.. (I just wanna hold
you

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
(obie trice)
Wanna hold you in the morning, (I just wanna hold
you)
Wanna hold you in the night..

(50 cent)
(yeah)