Niggas, Im still grinding, (yeah...)
Im still hearing those sirens,
Im still getting chased by those lights,
Only the lights mine and my mics on
And my time is none because Im writing more,
And I aint here to meet a soul in this buisness,
Im here to eat, speak,
until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)
and I cant let yall derail me man,
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back, (aint goin nowhere man...)
We got them craps going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
Its whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, its Jimmy Ivene time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my nigga, this what we boast about,
Now Im here so shut your motherfuckin mouth
And show me love bitch..
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
[CHORUS
I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through the night (Hahaha)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night.. (Ha)

Theres a certain mystique when I speak,
that you notice that its sorta unique,
cause you know its me, my poetrys deep,
and Im still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit still, its like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, Im strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
Im 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 cant pay me enough
for you to play me, its cockamamie,
you just aint zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
Im just brutal. Its no rumor, Im numero uno, assume it,
theres no humor in it no more, you know
Im 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
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
(and all the bitches say)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night

<50 Cent>
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint about the flow,
its about the stones and the chain,
if I was you, Id love me too,
I roll like a bus, 9-11 porsche
same color as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit,
lemme find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,
niggas eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape,
im convinced man something really wrong
with these hoes,
I thought Lil Kim was hot
then she start fucking with her nose, (God Damn)
used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,
then the bitch put out a CD
that didnt have no beats, (uh-huh)
that boy DAngelo he determined not