[Verse 1]
[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...)
I'm still hearing those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more,
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, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)
We got them craps going on
and that 'gnac going on,
soon as a [bad word] touch down back from tourin',
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my [bad word]  this what we boast about,
Now I'm here so shut your [bad word] mouth
And show me love [bad word] .
 [bad word] 
[Obie Trice]
I just want a love, for the rest of my life, (I dont love you [bad word] 
I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through the night (Hahaha)

I just want a love, for the rest of my life, (We wanna love alcohol, we wanna 
love guns,)
I wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you through the night.. (Ha) (we don't wanna love [bad word] though)

[Verse 2]
[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 matic the way I flow to this beat,
you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing 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 [bad word] 
you just ain't zaney enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is [bad word] a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kit an' kaboodle,
I'm just [bad word]  It's [bad word]  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 [bad word] [bad word] and tear a new hole in my [bad word] you better love me... [bad word]  [bad word] 
I just want a love, for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night

[Obie Trice]
(and all the [bad word] say)

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

[Verse 3]
[50 Cent]
My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla 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 boss, 911 porsche same color as cranberry sauce,
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha [bad word] 
LET ME find out he [bad word] round with bow wow [bad word] 
niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin' rape,
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes,
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start [bad word] with her nose, (God [bad word] 
used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,
then the [bad word] put out a CD that didn't have no beats, (uh-huh)
that boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail,
that [bad word] went butt [bad word] for his record to sell,
my back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie B'more to deepthroat
 [bad word] 
I just want a love, for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv' the burners, the money's, [bad word] s)
hold you through the night (I just wanna hold you)