[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 bitch, 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 bitches 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 pussy 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 bitch, look like Eva Mendes,
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade n***a
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag, n***a
[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 shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch, 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 staying
A trunk full of something that can get a n***a life
So my seatbelt's on and I'm stopping at the lights
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 bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smacking n***as up, employees is getting sent home
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin' n***as 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, motherfuckers
[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 bitch
Try to run game and they ain't about shit, 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
Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese n***as 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 bitch, 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, fucker
And I only serve a bitch once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
N***as 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 shit
Try to run game on me, you punk bitch, I know you don't love me