Tony Yayo - I Know You Dont Love Me (feat G-unit) | Текст песни

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[50 Cent]
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You Ain't Tha Same when Jay-Z around
I Know You Don't Love Me (I Know You Don't Love Me)
You scream and holla 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 tha hoes get down
I Know You Like Nelly, like Kelly, and Ludacris
Tryna run Game on me you punk bitch
I Know You Don't Love Me

[Tony Yayo]
Game is an ostrich, you know he a pound you
can see my outfit on tha discovery channel
i'ma stunna, when bitches train like robots
they sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out clocks
it's tha brick copper, tha outshopper
6:45 tha last pro driver thats known to spit louder
i'm an intego, with a model in tha bedroom
her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
cock out ya mouthpiece
baby paul or tha baby AR make it hot like south beach
i move like bin laden on with them hammers,
in that new jack wagon my jeans more favor
Madena or bread, Meda give me head
that bitch, look like, eva mendez
i'ma gangsta, general, comrad nigga
drug money, flood money, in a brown bag nigga

[Young Buck]
I'm in that Candy paintin' range cardier frames
6 by 9s planted so i can here anythang
heavy on tha gas homie hoggin' up 2 lanes
tha navigation got me to where i'm gon' be stayin'
and trunk full of somethin' that can get a nigga life
my seatbelts on and i'm stoppin' at tha lights
i don' be in queens befo' but not behind da wheel
i'ma country nigga, ain't that many buildings where i live
but this business gotta be handled, so where dis coward at
we leave a couples niggas layin' bet tha bitches holla back
ever since Yayo been home, it's been own
smackin' niggas up, employees is gettin' sent home
on this battlefield, you know it's kill or be killed
leavin' niggas wit bullets holes and hospital bills
this is how it is homie lock costa nostra
i won't stop til i'm on tha wanted poster (mothafuckas)

[ Lloyd Banks]
You should thank tha lord if tha weight don't getcha
cause a saw off a microwave a nigga like adofl hitler
fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
im nicer than them Japanese niggas in ping- pong
look at my ring don, at least a hundred karats with bling on
smokin' tha same buda like a courtroom shooter
i got a mind of a genius, tha wrag like jag
back hand like venuses, jab like zab
mean tha bitch for makin' her knees knock in tha lab
blood on her, she said until tha weed spot in tha cab
and i don't hate all music, i just hate Charles
and they 'ear u when you whisper got the ear of Ray charles
i'm ahead of my class fucker
and i only serve a bitch once when they treat my dick like tha last supper
niggas callin' out my name in fame
when a jab to tha jaw, they'll be tha claim to fame

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