Y'all don't see me in the hood? It's cause I'm doin' this, man Niggas, I'm still grindin' I'm still hearin' those sirens I'm still gettin' chased by those lights Only the lights limed, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writin' more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, and to 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, cause Obie be back We get them craps goin' on, and that yak goin' on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from dawn It's whatever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it, my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherfuckin' mouth And show me love, bitch 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 floated this beat You can't sit still, it's like tryin' 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 Clock's cuckoo, I got screws loose Yeah, the whole kit and 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 rollin' 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 And all the bitches say All the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning Hold you through the night My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it ain't about the flow, it's about the stones in the chain If I was you, I'd love me two, I'd roll like a boss 9-11 pause, same color as cranberry sauce I ain't goin' front, I thought R. Kelly was the *** Let me find out, he fuckin' around with Bow Wow, bitch Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, with wine and the tape Now Shorty Mama in the precinct, hollerin' rape I'm convinced, man, somethin' really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil' Kim was hot, then she start fuckin' with her nose Used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beat That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes I ain't been taught, Charlie, be more of the deep, though I just wanna love you for the rest of my life I love the burners, the money, the bunnies I just wanna hold you 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 I wanna hold you in the morn Hold you through the night I wanna hold you in the morn Hold you through the night