Eminem - Love Me lyrics

Album: 8 Mile (Soundtrack) (2003)

Obie Trice:
You will not see me in the hood
It is cause I am doing this, man

Niggas, I am still grinding, (yea)
I am still hearing those sirens,
I am still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light´s lime & my mic´s on
And my time is none because I am writing more,
And I aint here to meet a soul in this buisness,
I am here to eat, speak, till these hoes feel this, (for sure)
and I cannot let y´all derail me, man,
I got young Kobe, homie, you´ve got to let go of Obie
cause Obie be back, (aint goin´ nowhere man...)
We got them craps going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin´,
It is whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, it is Jimmy Iovine time,
chase cheese, rhyme until my voice give out,
this is it my niggas, this what we boast about,
Now I am here so shut your motherf*ckin mouth,
And show me love bitch..

Chorus:
I just want to love ya for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
I want to hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night

I just want to love ya for the rest of my life, (We want to love alcohol,
we want to love guns, we want to love money)
I want to hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night.. (we do not want to love bitches though)

Eminem:
Theres a certain mystique when I speak,
that you notice that is sorta unique,
cause you know it is me, my poetry´s deep,
and I am still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can not sit suntil, it is like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I am strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I am 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 not pay me enough
for you to play me, it is cockamamie,
you just aint zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yea, the whole kit ´n´ kaboodle,
I am just brutal
It is no rumor, I am numero uno, assume it,
theres no humor in it no more, you know
I am rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come & tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me... bitch

Chorus:
I just want to love ya for the rest of my life,
I want to hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night

Obie Trice: & all the bitches say

I just want to love ya for the rest of my life,
I want to hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night

50 Cent:
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint about the flow,
it is about the stones & the chain,
if I was you, I would love me too,
I roll like a bus, 9-11 porsce same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint going to front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit,
then we find out he f*cking round with bow wow bitch,
niggas eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape,
i am convinced man smth really wrong with these hoes,
I thought L´il Kim was hot then she start f*cking with her nose,
(God Damn)
used to listen to Lauren Hill & 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 taught Charlie B´more to deepthroat

Chorus:
I just want to love ya for the rest of my life,
I want to hold you in the morning, (I luv´a burnish the monies,
the bunnies I just want to hold you)
hold you through the night

I just want to love ya for the rest of my life,
I want to hold you in the morning, (I just want to love you)
hold you through the night.

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