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 its 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 its bad news

    [Lloyd Banks]
    I get little (?) 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
    Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's 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 99 bananas
    That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 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 cokes know
    That's why I'mma 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 ghosts go
    Shit I been hated since the 5th 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
    Its 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
    Its 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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
    3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
    5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
    And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
    So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
    8th meet in a fast car with disguise
    Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
    9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen
    Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
    And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
    Just put a toe-tag on your mark
    And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
    You better watch where you heading

    [Chorus]
    I don't like you, you don't like me
    Its 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
    Its 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
    Licking my lips (?) like I'm ill, ill
    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 so much 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 seas scatter
    my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
    you scared then get the fuck around me
    Record execs, no not the (?) on 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
    Its 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
    Its 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 its 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 its bad news