[Intro: Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
...It's cuz I'm
doin this man
[Verse One: Obie Trice]
Niggaz I'm still grindin'
I'm still hearin'
those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights
lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I'm writing more
And I
aint here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these
hoes feel this
And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe
hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on
and that giach going on
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz
whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean
time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga's, this
what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And
show me love bitch
[Chorus 2X]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold
you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Verse Two: Eminem]
There's a certain mystique, when I speak
That you
notice that's sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I'm
stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit still, its like trying
to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped, just know in 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 can't pay me enough, for you to play me, its
cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is
cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten
kaboodle
I'm just brutal, its no rumor, I'm numero uno
Assume it, there's
no humor in it
No more you know, I'm Rollin with a swollen bowlin' ball in
my bag
You'll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better
love me ...bitch
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If
it aint about the flow it's about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id
love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I
aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin
round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape
I'm convinced man,
sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot, till she
start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my
feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn't have no beat
That boy D'angelo,
he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught
Charlie Bmore to deep throat
Yea...
[Chorus 2X]