50 Cent Lyrics
"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
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