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1]
[Obie
Ya'll see me in the hood
it's 'cause i'm this man

Trice]
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still those sirens
I'm gettin chased by those lights
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my time is none I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in business
I'm here to eat, untill these hoes feel this {fo sho...}
and I let yall de-rail me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
cause be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them craps goin on
and yak going on
as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its Jimmy time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my give out,(fo sho)
this is it my this what we boast about
Now I'm so shut your motherfuckin mouth...
And show me bitch..

[{Obie
I wanna love,
for the of my life, {I dont love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the {Ha}
Hold you thru the night..

I wanna love you,
for the of my life {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns}
I hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love money}
you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love bitches though}

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain when I speak,
that you notice that sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my deep,
and i'm matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit
its tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just any minute I could snap
i'm the equivalent of what happen if Bush rapped
I bully rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no in it, no more you know
i'm rollin with a bowlin ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass..
[Em
you love me, bitch...

I wanna love, for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
you through the night..

[Obie
(and all the say)

I just love,for the rest of my life,
I wanna you in the morning,
you through the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they my name,
if it aint the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint front, I thought R-Kelly was da bomb
we find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really wrong with hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her {God Damn}
use to listen to Lauren and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped butt-ass for his to sell,
my back shot to Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie b moore to throat...