I Know You Don't Love Me - Tony Yayo, G-Unit

I know you don’t love me, you ain’t the same when Jay-Z's around

I know you don’t love me, you scream and holler when Eminem’s in town

I know you don’t love me, Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down

I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris

Try to run game on me, you punk-bitch

I know you don’t love me

Gators and ostrich, you know the apparel

You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel

I’m a stunner, my bitches trained like robots

They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out Glocks

It’s the brick-copper, the ounce chopper

645 NASCAR driver that’s known to spit lava

I’m in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom

Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom

Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah

The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach

I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers

In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant

Medina all — red;

mira give me — head

Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes

I’m a gangsta, general, comrade nigga

Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

I know you don’t love me, you ain’t the same whenever Banks around

I know you don’t love me, you scream and holler whenever Usher’s in town

I know you don’t love me, see Dre put me up on how the hoes get down

I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit

Try to run game on me you punk bitch

I know you don’t love me

I’m in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame

Six-by-nines playing so I can hear e’ry thang

Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes

The navigation got me to where I’m gon' be staying

The trunk full of something that can get a nigga life

So my seatbelt’s on, and I’m stopping at the light

I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel

I’m a country nigga, ain’t this many buildings where I live

But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at

We leave a couple niggas laying, bet them bitches holla back

Ever since Yayo been home it’s been on

Smacking niggas up, employers is getting sent home

On this battlefield, you know, it’s kill or be killed

Leavin niggas with bulletholes and hospital bills

This is how it is homie, La Costa Nostra

I won’t stop til I’m on a «Wanted» poster, motherfuckers

I know you don’t love me, you ain’t the same when Lil' Jon’s around

I know you don’t love me, you scream and holler when Slim Thug’s in town

I know you don’t love me, yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down

I ain’t got time for a groupie-ass bitch

Try to run game and they ain’t about shit

I know you don’t love me

You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha

Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like Adolf Hitler

Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm

I’m nicer than them Japanese niggas in ping-pong

Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K worth of bling on

Smoking the same buddha as the courtroom shooter

I got the mind of a genius;

the rag-white Jag

Backhand like Venus', jab like Zab, and ya bitch

I’m making her knees knock in the lab

Nut on her, and send her to the weed spot in the cab

And I don’t hate all music, I just hate y’alls

And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles

I’m ahead of my class fucker

And I only serve a bitch once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper

Niggas calling out my name in vain

When someone jab to the jaw be they claim to fame

I know you don’t love me, you ain’t the same whenever Banks around

I know you don’t love me, you scream and holler whenever Usher’s in town

I know you don’t love me, see Dre put me up on how the hoes get down

I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit

Try to run game on me, you punk bitch

I know you don’t love me, I know you don’t love me