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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Yayo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Bernard
Composer
B. Holloway
Composer
J G Bennett
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
C. Lloyd
Composer
D. Brown
Composer
G. Mcdaniels
Composer
Leon L. Pendarvis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Studio 44
Producer
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
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]
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
Or the baby AR will 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
That bitch look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade-****
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag, ****
[Chorus]
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]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cartier 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 staying
A trunk full of something that can get a **** life
So my seatbelt's on and I'm stopping at the lights
I done been to Queens before, but not behind the wheel
I'm a country ****, ain't this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled, so where this coward at?
We leave a couple **** laying, bet them bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smacking **** up, employees is getting sent home
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin' **** 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]
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)
Yayo 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]
You should thank the Lord if the ray don't getcha
'Cause the sawed-off microwave a **** like Adolf Hitler
Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese **** in ping-pong
Look at my ring, don, at least a hundred K worth of bling on
Smoking the same Buddah as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius, the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venus', jab like Zab
In 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
**** calling out my name in vain
Must want a jab to the jaw to be they claim to fame
[Chorus]
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
Written by: B. Holloway, C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, D. Brown, David Darnell Brown, G. Mcdaniels, J G Bennett, Leon L. Pendarvis, M. Bernard