Lirik Lagu I Know You Don't Love Me (Feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck) - Tony Yayo
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[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same when Jay-Z's aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler when Eminem's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meSnoop put me up on how the hoes get downI know you like Nelly, like Kelly, LudacrisTry to run game on me you punk bitchI know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]Gators and ostrich, you know we in powerYou could see my outfit on the Discovery ChannelI'm a stunner, my bitches train like robotsThey sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocksIt's the brick-copper, the L-sharper645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lavaI'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroomHer pussy tight like an airplane bathroomTalk out your mouth piece, baby pahThe baby A-R will make it hot like South BeachI move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammersin that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrantMedina all - red; mira give me - headBad bitch, look like Eva MendesI'm a gangsta, general, comrade niggaDrug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same whenever Banks aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler whenever Usher's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meSee Dre put me up on how the hoes get downI know you like Buck and that Dirty South shitTry to run game on me you punk bitchI know you don't love me
[Young Buck]I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frameSix-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thangHeavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanesThe navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayinThe trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga lifeSo my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the lightI done been to Queens before but not behind the wheelI'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I liveBut the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla backEver since Yayo been home it's been onSmackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!)On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killedLeavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital billsThis is how it is homie, La Costa NostraI won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same when Lil' Jon's aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler when Slim Thug's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYeah Em put me up on how the hoes get downI ain't got time for a groupie ass bitchTry to run game and they ain't about shitI know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]Uh-uh, yeahYou should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getchaCause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf HitlerFuck pressure, I enter the ring calmI'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pongLook at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling onSmokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooterI got the mind of a genius; the rag-white JagBackhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitchI'm makin her knees knock in the labLet off, and send her to the weed spot in the cabAnd I don't hate all music, I just hate y'allsAnd I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray CharlesI'm ahead of my class fuckerAnd I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last SupperNiggaz callin out my name in vainWhen someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same whenever Banks aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler whenever Usher's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meSee Dre put me up on how the hoes get downI know you like Buck and that Dirty South shitTry to run game on me you punk bitchI know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...
[Tony Yayo]Gators and ostrich, you know we in powerYou could see my outfit on the Discovery ChannelI'm a stunner, my bitches train like robotsThey sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocksIt's the brick-copper, the L-sharper645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lavaI'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroomHer pussy tight like an airplane bathroomTalk out your mouth piece, baby pahThe baby A-R will make it hot like South BeachI move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammersin that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrantMedina all - red; mira give me - headBad bitch, look like Eva MendesI'm a gangsta, general, comrade niggaDrug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same whenever Banks aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler whenever Usher's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meSee Dre put me up on how the hoes get downI know you like Buck and that Dirty South shitTry to run game on me you punk bitchI know you don't love me
[Young Buck]I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frameSix-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thangHeavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanesThe navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayinThe trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga lifeSo my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the lightI done been to Queens before but not behind the wheelI'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I liveBut the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla backEver since Yayo been home it's been onSmackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!)On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killedLeavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital billsThis is how it is homie, La Costa NostraI won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same when Lil' Jon's aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler when Slim Thug's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYeah Em put me up on how the hoes get downI ain't got time for a groupie ass bitchTry to run game and they ain't about shitI know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]Uh-uh, yeahYou should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getchaCause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf HitlerFuck pressure, I enter the ring calmI'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pongLook at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling onSmokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooterI got the mind of a genius; the rag-white JagBackhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitchI'm makin her knees knock in the labLet off, and send her to the weed spot in the cabAnd I don't hate all music, I just hate y'allsAnd I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray CharlesI'm ahead of my class fuckerAnd I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last SupperNiggaz callin out my name in vainWhen someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]I know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou ain't the same whenever Banks aroundI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meYou scream and holler whenever Usher's in townI know you don't love me, I know you don't love meSee Dre put me up on how the hoes get downI know you like Buck and that Dirty South shitTry to run game on me you punk bitchI know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...
