I Know You Don’t Love Me

Album cover art for "I Know You Don’t Love Me" by Tony Yayo & G-Unit

Tony Yayo & G-Unit - Rap, Dirty South

I Know You Don’t Love Me

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Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah [Chorus 1: 50 Cent] 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 [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] 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 mouthpiece, baby pa The baby AR'll make it hot like South Beach, I move like Bin Laden armed with them hammers In that new Jag wagon or James Bond Vanquish 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 [Chorus 2: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me) You ain't the same whenever Banks 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 [Verse 2: Young Buck] I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frames Six by nines playing, so I can hear everything Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin' (Oh!) The trunk full of something that can get a nigga life so my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin' at the lights (Sho) 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, employees is getting sent home On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed Leavin' niggas 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 [Chorus 3: 50 Cent] 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 [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] 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, at least a hundred 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 your 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 Must want a jab to the jaw to be they claim to fame [Chorus 2: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me (I know you don't love me) You ain't the same whenever Banks 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Young Buck
  • Tony Yayo
  • Lloyd Banks
  • 50 Cent