Lloyd in the house, bad news Tony in the house, bad news 50 in the house 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 news whenever 50 around bad news
A made the lil man mad 'cause I'm bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put bitch the Boston crab I talk money 'cause it to brag Around here bitches walk wit the hair outta a horses head
Rap it get your face stuck on them I really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like bananas That's why I got niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all a nigga to stop 'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the 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 both should know That all it takes is a to send you where the ghosts go Shit I hated since the fifth grade That's why my best the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I don't you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be Why (Ma, Banks' at it again)
I don't like you, you don't me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Rule number one pick a target and study him for See where rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their routine So the second rule please leave the scene clean
Third pick a day, fourth rule pick a time rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm So when the shootout you leave him six deep
Eighth meet in a fast car disguise Use a ski mask with on your eyes Ninth don't say shit 'cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up being in the system
And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a heart put a toe-tag on your mark And rule 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend You watch where you heading
I like you, you don't like me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely that we'll be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, I'll your feelings Stones in my cross the of your earrings My confidence level's high can't tell Lickin' my lips at ya like I'm L L
I smile like a nigga in jail mail Better yet like Bookers that made bail From day one I in the game they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got
You put pressure on me you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the scatter
My enemies never turn friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get the fuck me Record execs, know not to wit my check I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain neck (Yeah)
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 don't like you, you like me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Lloyd in the house, bad news Yayo in the house, bad news 50 in the house Bad news 50 around it's bad news
pound's in the house, bad news 40 in the house, bad news I got a in the house Bad news whenever 50 around bad news