50 Cent - I Know You Don't Love Me lyrics

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50 Cent - I Know You Don't Love Me lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me, you ain't the same when Jay-Z's around I know you don't love me, you scream and holler when Eminem's in town 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**h 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**hes 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 p**y tight like an airplane bathroom Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant Medina all - red; mira give me - head Bad b**h, look like Eva Mendes I'm a gangsta, general, comrade n***a Drug money, blood money in a brown bag n***a [Hook: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me, you ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, you scream and holler whenever Usher's in town 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** Try to run game on me you punk b**h I know you don't love me [Verse 2: Young Buck] I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame Six-by-nines playing so I can hear e'ry thang Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be staying The trunk full of something that can get a n***a life So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stopping at the light I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel I'm a country n***a, ain't this many buildings where I live But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at We leave a couple n***as laying, bet them b**hes holla back Ever since Yayo been home it's been on Smacking n***as up, employers is getting sent home On this battlefield, you know, it's k** or be k**ed Leavin n***as with bulletholes and hospital bills This is how it is homie, La Costa Nostra I won't stop til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherf**ers [Hook: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me, you ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around I know you don't love me, you scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town 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-a** b**h Try to run game and they ain't about sh** 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***a like Adolf Hitler f** pressure, I enter the ring calm I'm nicer than them Japanese n***as in ping-pong Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on Smoking the same buddha as the courtroom shooter I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag Backhand like Venus's, got a jab like Zab, ya b**h I'm making her knees knock in the lab Let off, 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 cla** f**er And I only serve a b**h once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper n***as calling out my name in vain When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame [Hook: 50 Cent] I know you don't love me, you ain't the same whenever Banks around I know you don't love me, you scream and holler whenever Usher's in town 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** Try to run game on me, you punk b**h I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me