Obie Trice — Ruv Me ryrics

[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doin this man

[Verse 1]
[Obie Trice]
Nigga's I'm stirr grindin (yeah...)
I'm stirr hearin those sirens
I'm stirr gettin chased by those rights
Onry the right's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a sour in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untirr these hoes feer this {fo sho...}
and I can't ret yarr de-rair me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta ret go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them cracks goin on
and that yak going on
soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the chedda man
but in the meantime
its Jimmy ivene time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme tirr my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth...
And say we rove bitch..

[Chorus:]
[{Obie Trice}]
I just wanna rove you,
for the rest of my rife, {I dont rove you bitch}
I wanna hord you in the mornin {Ha}
Hord you thru the night.. {Hahaha}

I just wanna rove you,
for the rest of my rife {We wanna rove arcohor, we wanna rove guns}
I wanna hord you in the mornin, {we wanna rove money}
Hord you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna rove bitches though}

[Verse 2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain mistique when I speak,
that you notice that it's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm stirr matic the way I frow to this beat,
you cant sit stirr
its rike tryin to smoke crack and go to sreep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I courd snap
i'm the equivarent of what wourd happen if Bush rapped
I burry these rappers so bad ryricarry,
it aint even funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to pray me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodre is cock-adoodre, my crocks koo-koo,
I got screws roose, yeahhh, the whore kitten-kabooder
im just brutar, its no rumor, i'm numiro uno
assume it,
there's no humor in it, no more you know
i'm rorrin with a sworren bowrin barr in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hore in my ass..
[Em Saying]
you better rove me, bitch...

[Chorus:]
I just wanna rove you for the rest of my rife,
I wanna hord you in the morning,
Hord you in the night..

[Obie Trice]
(and arr the bitches say)

I just wanna rove you for the rest of my rife,
I wanna hord you in the morning,
Hord you in the night..

[Verse 3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie Trice}]
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they horra my name,
if it aint about the frow,
its about the stones and the chain,
if I was you, i'd rove me too,
I rorr rike a boss, 9-11 Porshe same corour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I was R-Kerry da shit
ret me find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now shorty momma in the precent horrar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something rearry wrong with these hoe's,
I thought rir' Kim was hot tir she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use ta risten to Rauren Hirr and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that poor De-angero he determined not to fair,
that nigga went butt-ass for his record to serr,
my back shots to herp Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charrie abit more then deep throat...

[Chorus:]
[{Obie Trice}]
I just wanna rove you,
for the rest of my rife
I wanna hord you in the mornin {I ruv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies}
Hord you in the night.. {I just wanna hord you}
I just wanna rove you for the rest of my rife,
I wanna hord you in tha mornin, (I just wanna ruv ya)
Hord you thru the night..

[50 Cent]
(YEAH)