Bad News Lyrics

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news

Tony Yayo in the house, bad news

50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news

Tray pound's in the house, bad news

40 Kal's in the house, bad news

I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news

[Lloyd Banks]

a made the lil man mad cause I'm flossin' bad

I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab

I talk money cause it costs to brag

Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses head

Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks

I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch

Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas

that's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers

They all want a nigga to stop

Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox

I'm just a playa that found out where the coaches know

That's why I'ma be around longer than the hope foe sho

You and your man y'all both should know

That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go

Shit I been hated since the fifth grade

That's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]

Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks

See where they rest at and lay with their peeps

Now you got the drop, know their daily routine

So the second rule please leave the crime scene clean

Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time

Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine

And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet

So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep

Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise

Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes

Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen
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F**k around you end up being stuck in the system

And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a broken heart

Just put a toe-tag on your mark

And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend

You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

[50 Cent]

Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings

Stones in my cross the size of your earrings

My confidence level's high nigga can't tell

Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm L-L

I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail

Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail

From day one I came in the game they said I was hot

They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot

You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac

I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot

What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter

I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter

My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies

You scared then get the f**k around me

Record execs, know not to play wit my check

I come through with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

I don't like you, you don't like me

It's not likely that we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news

Tony Yayo in the house, bad news

50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news

Tray pound's in the house, bad news

40 Kal's in the house, bad news

I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news