Eminem - Love Me

[Intro: Obie Trice]

You don't see me in the hood

That's 'cause I'm doin' this, man

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

Niggas, I'm still grindin' (yeah), I still hearin' those sirens

I'm still gettin' chased by those lights

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

And my time is none, because I'm writin' more

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

I’m here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for sure)

And I can’t let y'all derail me, man

I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps goin' on

And that 'ac goin' on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin'

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

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time

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 motherfuckin' mouth, and show me love, bitch

[Hook]

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night

[Interlude: Obie Trice]

(I don't love you, bitch)

Right we wanna love alcohol

We wanna love guns, we wanna love money

We don't love no bitches, though

[Verse 2: Eminem]

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

That's sorta 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 tryna 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

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

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

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

I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and 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 rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag

You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

[Hook w. (Obie Trice adlibs)]

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night (and all the bitches say)

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

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

911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce

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

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

Niggas eatin' popcorn right, rewindin' the tape

Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin' rape

I'm convinced, man, somethin' really wrong with these ho's

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

I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD and 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 been taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)

[Hook]

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night (and all the bitches say)

I just wanna love ya

For the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the mornin'

Hold you through the night

[Collision: 50 Cent]

I love the burners

The money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold ya

I just wanna love ya

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:ic from and Inspired by the Motion Picture 8 Mile (2002)