[Obie Trice]. You don’t see me in the hood. It’s cuz I’m doin this man. [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]. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night. [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]. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night. [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 Charli B’more to deep throat. Yea…. [Chorus]. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night. I just wanna love you for the rest of my life. I wanna hold you in the morning hold you through the night