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I Know You Don't Love Me Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

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

You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around 

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

You scream and holler when Eminem's in town 

 

I know you don't love me, 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 we in power 

You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel 

I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots 

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

 

It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper 

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, I know you don't love me 

You ain't the same whenever Bank's around 

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

You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town 

 

I know you don't love me, 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, Carder frame 

Six-by-nines playin' so I can hear e'ry thang 

Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin' up two lanes 

The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin' 

 

The trunk full of somethin' that can get a nigga life 

So my seat belt's on, and I'm stoppin' 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 niggaz layin', bet them bitches holla back 

Ever since Yayo been home it's been on 

Smackin' niggaz up, employers is gettin' sent home 

 

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

Leavin' niggaz with bullet holes and hospital bills 

This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra 

I won't stop 'til I'm on a wanted poster, motherfuckers 

 

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

You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around 

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

You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town 

 

I know you don't love me, 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 niggaz in ping-pong 

 

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

Smokin' the same Buddha as the courtroom shooter 

I got the mind of a genius, the rag-white Jag 

Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin' ya bitch 

 

I'm makin' her knees knock in the lab 

Let off, 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 

Niggaz callin' out my name in vain 

When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame 

 

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

You ain't the same whenever Bank's around 

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

You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town 

 

I know you don't love me, 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 

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