Love Me [dvd] [live] Lyrics - 50 Cent

You don't see me in the hood 

It's 'cause I'm doing this man 

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those sirens 

I'm still getting chased by those lights 

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

And my time is none because I'm writing more 

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

I'm here to eat, speak until these hoe's feel this 

And I can't let y'all derail me, man 

I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie 

'Cause Obie be back, we got them craps going on 

And that yak going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town 

It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man 

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time 

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Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out 

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about 

Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth 

And show me love, bitch 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night 

There's a certain mystique when I speak that you notice 

That's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me 

My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat 

You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep 

I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap 

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped 

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically 

It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money 

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You can't pay me enough for you to play me 

It's cockamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady 

My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo 

I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal 

It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it 

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

I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag 

You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass 

You better love me, bitch 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night 

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

If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain 

If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss 

Nine Eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce 

I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit 

Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch 

Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape 

Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape 

I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these hoe's 

I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start fucking with her nose 

I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet 

Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beats 

That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail 

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

My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high notes 

And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night 

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life 

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night