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soundtrack - obie trice/eminem/50 cent - luv me كلمات الأغنية

(obie trice)
you don’t see me in the hood
its cause im doing this man

verse 1
(obie trice)
n-gg-s im still grinding, (yeah…)
im still hearing those sirens,
im still getting chased by those lights,
only the lights mine and my mics on
and my time is none because im writing more,
and i aint here to meet a soul in this business,
im here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this, (for sure…)
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 on, we got them cracks going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a n-gg- touch down back from tour,
its 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 n-gg-s this what we boast about,
now im here so shut your motherf-cking mouth…
and show me love b-tch!

chorus
(obie trice)
i just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (i don’t love you b-tch)
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 b-tches 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 poetrys deep,
and im still matic the way i flow to this beat,
you can’t sit still, it’s like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, im strap,
just knowing any minute i could snap,
im 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, it’s c-ck-amamie,
you just aint zanie enough to rock with shady,
my noodle is c-ck-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
i got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel,
there’s no room and im numiro uno, -ssuming,
there’s no humor in it, you know
im rollin with a bowling ball in my bag,
you need a f-g to come and tear a new hole in my -ss..
(em saying)
you better love me b-tch…

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 b-tches 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 aint 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 aint gonna front, i thrown r-kelly with this sh-t,
let me find out he f-cking round with bow wow b-tch,
n-gg-s eatin popcorn right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precent hollarin rape,
im convinced man something really wrong with these hoes, (obie trice)
i thought lil-kim was hot before she started f-cking with her nose, (god damh)
you to listen to lauren hill and tap my feet, (obie trice)
then the b-tch put out a cd that didn’t have no beat, (uh-ha)
that poor de-angelo he determined not to fail,
that n-gg- went b-tt–ss 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 luva 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)

- soundtrack

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