Love Me
8 mile Lyrics

You don't see me in the hood, It's 'cause I'm doing this man
I'm not around as much because I'm focused on my music career

Niggas I'm still grindin' (yeah...), I'm still hearin' those sirens, I'm still getting chased by those lights, Only the lights lime and my mic's on, And my time is none because I'm writing more
I'm still working hard and experiencing the challenges of the streets, but music is my escape and passion. I have no time to waste as I continue to write new material

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness, 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 Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
I'm not here to make friends or socialize in the music industry, I'm here to succeed and make an impact with my music. I can't let anyone or anything stop me from achieving my goals, I have to be like young Kobe and eliminate any obstacles in my path

'Cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...), We got them craps going on and that yak going on, Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin', It's whatever, put that on the chedda man
I'll always come back to my roots and the people who support me, I have other interests like gambling and drinking but when I'm done with touring, I'm ready to make even more money

But in the meantime it's Jimmy Ivean time, Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out, This is it my nigga's, this is what we boast about, Now I'm here, so shut your muthafuckin' mouth, And show me love bitch
Right now, it's all about making music for Jimmy Iovine and proving myself as an artist. This is our moment to shine and show the world what we're made of, so stop talking and show me the support I deserve

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, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
My presence and style on the mic is captivating and intriguing, people know it's me by the way I deliver my deep and raw lyrics. Listening to my music is an intense experience, like trying to relax after smoking crack

I'm strapped, Just knowin' 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, its cock-a-many, You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady, My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's cuckoo, I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit 'n' kaboodle, I'm just brutal
I always carry a weapon and my temper is unpredictable, much like the consequences of Bush becoming a rapper. I can outperform any other rapper with ease and I have no desire for fame or fortune, I'm just naturally talented and insane. I'm too crazy for anyone to keep up with me, and my mind is a chaotic mess

It's no rumour, I'm numero uno, assume it, There's no humour in it no more, you know, I'm rollin' 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 and you should just accept it. There's no more joking around because I'm serious about this. I carry a dangerous weapon with me at all times and you would need a flamboyant male to hurt me. You better show me love and respect, or else

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holler my name, If it ain't about the flow, It's about the stones and the chain, If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a bus, 9/11 Porche same colour as cranberry sauce, I ain't gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit, Then we find out he fuckin' round with Bow Wow bitch
My reputation in the neighborhood is legendary and people always recognize me. People admire me for my musical talent and my flashy jewelry and cars. I used to be a fan of R. Kelly until I found out he was having inappropriate relations with someone much younger than him

Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewindin' the tape, Now Shorty, Momma in the precinct, hollerin' rape, I'm convinced man, somethin' really wrong with these hoes, I thought Lil' Kim was hot, then she start fuckin with her nose (God Damn), Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats (uh-huh), That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail, That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell, My back shot help Ashanti hit them high notes, And Big Ben taught Charli B'more to deep throat
People are so obsessed with celebrity gossip and scandal that they eat popcorn and rewatch tapes of controversial events. Women are too willing to make false accusations of rape and that concerns me. I can't believe that Lil' Kim ruined her appearance with excessive plastic surgery. Lauren Hill used to be a talented musician but her latest album was a disappointment. D'Angelo was willing to use his body to sell records. I'm proud to have helped Ashanti succeed in her career and Big Ben taught Charli B'more some valuable skills

And all the bitches say, I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, Hold you through the night
Women are always telling me how much they love me and want to be with me forever. They want to be close to me physically and emotionally