Artist: Ruthless Bastardz f/ Mario Winans Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: I Don't Wanna Know (Remix) Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Apocalipps] Ruthless Bastardz, remix Heard you was creepin' shorty I got some shit I wanna say to you [Apocalipps] Yo, I don't wanna know if money got his jump off in you Bitch you lucky I ain't let the fuckin' pump off in you Creepin' with that lame, come on, you know he corny Whipped his ass out, then he called police on me Couldn't believe that shit, when you jumped out of his whip Four in the morning, I should of sent some shots through that shit But umm, I'm kinda glad I ain't let my gun off I decided that you ain't worth the pain, now you done off You lie too much, that's why you always be losing And you don't want Truck get parked in the front, keep it moving Take a good look, cuz you'll never see Lipps I gave you the last pitch, and you swung and you missed And everything is paid for, from the crib to the phone And I paid for them titties, get your own, get your own, nigga I don't even want the bitch no more, you can have her Aiyo, Mario, holla at 'em [Mario Winans] Somebody said they saw you The person you were kissing wasn't me And I will never ask you I just kept it to myself [Chorus: Mario Winans] I don't wanna know If you're playing me, keep it on the low 'Cause my heart can't take it anymore And if you're creepin please don't let it show Oh baby, I don't want to know, oooh, baby [Bless] Huh, she ain't gonna do that to me and get away with it (not this one) Yo, ma, what's in the dark, or come to the light And you ain't acting right, plus, I know you by heart Be easy, and I heard you slid off with Weezy Believe me, if I wanted to, I could of did you greasy I talked to my man, he told me, chill and be patient Our feelings ain't a game, this ain't no PlayStation Three strikes and you out, that's how the lord do it I play myself cuz that lame ass story, I should of saw through it [Iron Mic] Shit, girl I don't wanna know, cuz I don't even care I ain't blind, I can see you ain't playing fair I ain't no angel, I ain't gon' trip Play myself, try to flip, I know I ain't shit But I am Ruthless, ma, that probably won't change Not for no bird, but for wifey, I'm popping my thing I remember you started acting strange, I packed my shit and left Told you I wasn't coming back again, I came back like I always do I couldn't imagine another nigga making love to you Make me wanna let off a slug or two, but I don't even wanna know Keep it on the low, let's go, Mario [Chorus 2X]