Lloyd Banks in the house, bad Tony Yayo in the house, bad 50 in the house Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad
Tray pound's in the house, bad 40 in the house, bad news I got a knife in the Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad
A made the lil man mad I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but put your bitch the Boston crab I money 'cause it costs to brag Around bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses head
Rap it get your face stuck on them I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a Y'all sweet like bananas That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit hammers
all want a nigga to stop 'Cause I rap slick to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out where the know That's why I'ma be around than the hope foe sho
You and your man y'all should know That all it takes is a to send you where the ghosts go Shit I hated since the fifth grade why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I don't like you, you don't me It's not likely that we'll be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
I don't you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Rule number one pick a target and study him for See where they rest at and lay with peeps Now you got the drop, know daily routine So the second rule please leave the crime clean
Third pick a day, fourth rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a And the seventh make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him six deep
Eighth meet in a car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your Ninth don't say shit 'cause po-po listen around you end up being stuck in the system
And the rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your And rule 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend You better watch where you
I don't like you, you don't me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I like you, you don't like me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, I'll your feelings in my cross the size of your earrings My level's high nigga can't tell Lickin' my at ya bitch like I'm L L
I smile like a in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers made bail From day one I came in the they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got
You put pressure on me when you me to 'Pac I'm a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You then get the fuck around me Record execs, not to play wit my check I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a your neck (Yeah)
I don't like you, you like me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad Tony Yayo in the house, bad 50 cent in the Bad news 50 around it's bad news
pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad I got a knife in the Bad whenever 50 around it's bad news