Luv Me lyrics

Artist  : Obie Trice 
Song : Luv Me



 Send "Luv Me" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
(feat. Eminem and 50
Cent)


[Obie Trice]

You don't see me in the hood

It's cause I'm doin this man



[Verse 1]

[Obie Trice]

Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...)

I'm still hearin those sirens

I'm still gettin chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on

And my time is none because I'm writin more

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
business

I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel
this {fo sho...}

and I can't let yall de-rail me man 

I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
Obie

cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we
got them cracks goin 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

its Jimmy ivene time (fo sho)

chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo
sho)

this is it my nigga this what we boast about

Now I'm here so shut your motherf**kin
mouth...

And say we love bit*h..



[CHORUS]

[{Obie Trice}]

I just wanna love you,

for the rest of my life, {I dont love you
bit*h}

I wanna hold you in the mornin {Ha}

Hold you thru the night.. {Hahaha}



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 mornin, {we wanna love
money}

Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love
bit*hes though}



[Verse 2]

[(Eminem)]

There's a certain mistique 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 cant sit still

its like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep

i'm strap, just knowin 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 cant pay me enough

for you to play me

it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to
rock with Shady,

my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,

I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole
kitten-kaboodel

im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm numiro uno

assume it,

there's no humor in it, no more you know

i'm rollin with a bowlin 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,

I wanna hold you in the morning,

Hold you in the night..



[Obie Trice]

(and all the bit*hes say)



I just wanna love you for the rest of my
life,

I wanna hold you in the morning, 

Hold you in the night..



[Verse 3]

[(50 Cent) {Obie Trice}]

my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my
name,

if it aint about the flow,

its about the stones and the chain,

if I was you, i'd love me too,

I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as
cranberry sauce,

I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly da shit

let me find out he f**kin 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,

I thought lil' Kim was hot til she started f**kin
wit her nose {God Damn}

use ta listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,
(Obie Trice)

then the bit*h put out a CD that did'nt have no
beat, (uh-ha)

that poor De-angelo he determined not to
fail,

that nigga went butt-ass for his record to
sell,

my back shots to help Ashanti hit them high
notes,

and Big Ben taught Charlie abit more then deep
throat...



[CHORUS]

[{Obie Trice}]

I just wanna love you,

for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin {I luv'a burnish
the monies, the bunnies}

Hold you in the night.. {I just wanna hold
you}

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
life,

I wanna hold you in tha mornin, (I just wanna luv
ya)

Hold you thru the night..



[50 Cent]

(YEAH)