Juicy J - I Don't Lov'em lyrics

[Hook: Skinny Pimp sample] Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] I click so quick, my spells are slick so watch yo f**in' self hoe That Gl-izz-ock will rock yo cradle, fatal, mystic on yo a** low The one-eighty-seven, n***as that's sellin' Dwellin' on the black side The black side of Haven, never mistaken All day long it's homicides I fear not a b**h, I leave her with sh** Just f** 'em, a playa is in me hoe I do not be dwellin' on silly a** bustas But deny you d-izz-on't h-izz-ear me though The Triple Six click, the Mafia b**h Is comin' out runnin' so shut yo mouth You just so f**ed up in the head cause you're mad And just really don't know what you talkin' 'bout You stupid a** b**h you just put yourself in a bad place The Jason mask I will clamp place on my face The D-izz-evils Daughter G-Gangster B-izz-oo Is most definitely mentally de-f**ing-derranged I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis You better just listen so you can like dig what I peep If you be violatin' pimpin' Your a** will be slippin' into the eternal sl-izz-eep On my mind be murder-murder I'm urgin' to serve a busta that is flexing his sh** Never underestimate the one that be like quiet Cause they be the ones that'll click n***as be talking that sh** I just have to show 'em that t-izz-alk is so f**in' cheap Talkin' is all that you doin' You don't wanna rumble cause you know the Three 6 is deep [Hook: Skinny Pimp sample] Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I'm stickin' out with my pimpin' Still it's all about makin' that cheese Puttin' in work, payin' major mad dues Smokin' and chokin' on light green leafs Hangin' with thiefs and pimps My hookers they breakin' my trap Scandalous trick and if you want the room Gimme the money cause I don't cap, I'm Skinny Skinny ... panties, haters can't stand me So they aggravate my money More funerals every day Placin' them hits at sleep, smilin' at yo face (?) keepin' my stable tight Countin' my thousands day and night Now matter (?) comes One-eighty-seven ways to get paid Taking yo life Dirty plots, dirty hoes, layin' fools down North Memphis bound, Funky Town found Dunkin' on Crown in the shake junt lounge Women get naked while the Skinny smoke pounds Yeah we still scopin', my pretty-boy-smile ain't jokin' Drop it off! Drop it off! Takin' the dope and fillin' up coffins Hangin' deep down in them ghetto streets When we creep you know we be out for murder Murkin' that's stable ... Break a trick, we don't f** up Put 'em in the backseat (?) in my brain Glock co*k, drop the top Poppin' up the whole block Non-stop for my mob That's my job when we rob yo stash pot [Hook: Skinny Pimp sample] Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] Six thousand shots of a sawed-off Buckshot knock a n***as crest ... step to this ma** (?) for this criminal Soul is callin' up demonic sounds ... ... satan Replacin' the gauges with guts in my trunk ... rough Koopsta n***a with that murder in his mug Most of the times b**h I'm showin' no love For you try to run, but you cannot hide ... door ... you in hell man And the end of eternity ... Koopsta be holdin' the sinister table ... scripts ... horrors of (?) ... eternally motherf**in' torture ... what they came up For Koopsta the master of illusions Filled with the mind of intrusions Through your hood I be lurkin' and cruisin' Fiendin' to put on a bruisin' ... wounds and guts (?) showin' no love ... for satan [Hook: Skinny Pimp sample] Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot