a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

50 cent - luv me lyrics

[obie trice]
you don’t see me in the hood
it’s cuz i’m doin this man

[obie trice]
n-gg-s i’m still grindin
i’m still hearin’ those sirens
i’m still gettin’ chased by those lights
only the lights lime, and my mics 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
and i can’t let y’all derail me man
i got young kobe homie, you gotta let go of obie
cuz obie be back.
we get them cr-ps going on and that giach going on
soon as a n-gg- touches down back from turin
’cause whatever, put that on the cheddar man
but in the meantime, its jimmy ivean time
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
this is it, my n-gg-s, this what we boast about
now i’m here, so shut your m-th-f-ckin mouth
and show me love b-tch

[chorus]
i just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
i just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night

[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 still manic, the way i flow to this beat
you can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
i’m strapped, just know in any minute i could snap,
i’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint even hungry, it aint even money
you can’t pay me enough for you to play me, its c-ck-a-mamie
you just aint zany enough, to rock with shady
my noodle is c-ck-a-doodle, my clock’s koo-koo
i got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and kaboodle
i’m just brutal, its no rumor, i’m numero uno
-ssume 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 f-g to come and tear a new hole in my -ss
you better love me,
b-tch…

[50 cent]
my boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
if it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chains
if i was you, id 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 sh-t
then we find out he f-ckin’ round with bow wow b-tch
n-gg-z eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
now shorty mama in the precinct, hollerin’ rape
i’m convinced man, is somethin’ really wrong with these hoes
i thought lil kim was hot, till she start f-ckin’ with her nose
used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my feet
then the b-tch put out a cd, didn’t have no beats
that boy d’angelo, he determined not to fail
that n-gg- went b-tt–ss for his record to sell
my back shots helped ashanti hit them high notes
then big ben taught charlie b. more to deep throat
yea?

- 50 cent lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS