Love Me
50 Cent / Eminem / Obie Trice Lyrics

Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still hustling even though I keep hearing police sirens.

I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
I'm still being pursued by the cops but the only lights I'm interested in are the ones on stage when my mic is on.

And my time is none, because I'm writing 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 don't have time for meetings because I'm focused on writing more music. I'm all about success and won't let anyone distract me from my goal.

I got Young Kobie homey, you gotta let go of Obie Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on And that yac going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring
I have my artist Young Kobie to focus on, and while Obie is gone for a while, we have other business ventures going on including gambling and drinking as soon as we return from touring.

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 motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch
I'm taking advantage of my time with music producer Jimmy Iovine and will continue to rap until I can't anymore. I'm proud of my accomplishments and demand respect from my critics.

Right we wanna love alcohol We wanna love guns, we wanna love money We don't love no bitches, though
We enjoy drinking, having guns and making money but don't care about women.

There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice Cause 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
People recognize my unique style and deep lyrics when I rap on this beat. It's impossible to stay still when listening to me, it's like trying to be calm after smoking crack.

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
I'm always armed and on edge, ready to snap at anyone. I'm so dominant in my rapping abilities that it's almost scary. I'm not even motivated by money to continue to succeed. You can't bribe me or pay me enough to make me perform.

It's cockamanie 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 kit and caboodle, I'm just brutal
You're all crazy if you think you can keep up with me. My thoughts and actions are all over the place like a rooster crowing and cuckoo clock. My brain is not all there, making me an unpredictable and brutal adversary.

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
It's not a rumor, I'm the best in the game, so accept it. It's not funny anymore because I'm serious about my success. I carry a heavy burden with me at all times, making it difficult to mess with me. You need to be tough to face me, or you'll regret it.

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
People in my community celebrate my success and know my name. They only care about my music and my jewelry. If I were you, I would respect and admire me too because I live a luxurious lifestyle and drive a fancy car.

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 precinct, hollering rape I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose
I used to be a fan of R. Kelly but if he's messing around with another rapper's girl, it's not cool. People are watching videos and gossiping about a woman claiming rape by R. Kelly. I think something is not right with these women, as evident by Lil' Kim changing her appearance with plastic surgery.

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)
I used to enjoy Lauryn Hill's music but was disappointed when her new CD lacked good beats. D'Angelo did what it took to succeed, even if that meant posing naked. My sexual abilities can help Ashanti sing better, and Biggie taught Charli B'More how to be a better performer.

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 wanna be with you and love you forever. I want to be close to you morning and night. (this repeated chorus line is referring to a woman, contrast to previous verses)