I Know You Don’t Love Me lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah

[Chorus: 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 b*tch, 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 b*tches 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 pus*y 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 b*tch, look like Eva Mendes,
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade n*gga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag, n*gga
[Chorus: 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 sh*t
Try to run game on me you punk b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, ain't this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled, so where this coward at?
We leave a couple n*ggas laying, bet them b*tches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smacking n*ggas up, employees is getting sent home
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin' n*ggas 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, motherf*ckers
[Chorus: 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 b*tch
Try to run game and they ain't about sh*t, 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 n*gga like Adolf Hitler
f*ck pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese n*ggas 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 b*tch, 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, f*cker
And I only serve a b*tch once, so they treat my di*k like the Last Supper
n*ggas calling out my name in vain
Must want a jab to the jaw to be they claim to fame
[Chorus: 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 sh*t
Try to run game on me, you punk b*tch, I know you don't love me