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"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 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 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 "