Bad News

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

Trey Pound's in the house

Bad news

40 Kal's in the house

Bad news

I got my knife in the house

Bad news

Whenever 50 around, it's bad news

I think a lil' man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad

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

I talk money 'cause it cost to brag

Around here, bitches walk around with hair that the horses had

Rap it, get your face stuck on them bricks

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

Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas

That's why I got ninety-nine **** with ninety-nine hammers

They all want a **** to stop

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

I'm just a player that found out what the coaches know

So I'ma be around longer than the Oprah show

You and your man, y'all both should know

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

Shit, I been hated since the fifth grade

That's why my best friend's the Trey Pound

And a ice pick, and a switch blade

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

It's not likely we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (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? (Pretend)

Ma, Tony's back at it again

Rule number one, pick a target and study him for weeks

See where they rest at and lay with they peeps

Now you got the drop, know they 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 in the shootout, you leave him six feet deep

Eighth rule, 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

Fuck around, you end up bein' 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 eleven, you caught a body

But you not a legend

You better watch where you headin'

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

It's not likely we'll ever be friends

Why pretend? (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? (Pretend)

Ma, 50's back at it again

Go ahead, go against me, I'll hurt your feelings

Stones in my cross the size of your earrings

My confidence level is high, **** can't tell

Lickin' my lips at your bitch like I'm LL

I smile like a **** in jail receivin' mail

Better yet, like a **** in the bookings that made bail

From day one I came in the came in the game, the sale was hot

They got scared, spent that 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 **** say to 50 Cent don't matter

I'll fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter

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

You scared, then get the fuck around me

Record execs know not to play with my check

I come through and put that knife on that vein in your neck

Yeah

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

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

Why pretend? (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? (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

Trey Pound's in the house

Bad news

40 Kal's in the house

Bad news

I got my knife in the house

Bad news

Whenever 50 around, it's bad news