Lloyd in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad 50 cent in the Bad whenever 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 it's bad
A the lil man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston I talk money it costs to brag Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a head
Rap it get face stuck on them bricks I don't really like to but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
all want a nigga to stop 'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the off of Vivica Fox I'm just a that found out where the coaches know why I'ma be around longer than the hope foe sho
You and man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you 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 you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll be friends Why (Ma, Banks' at it again)
I don't you, you don't like me It's not that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, Tony's at it again)
number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their Now you got the drop, know their routine So the second rule please the crime scene clean
Third rule pick a day, rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm So when the shootout you leave him six feet
Eighth meet in a car with disguise Use a ski with shades on your eyes rule don't say shit 'cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up being in the system
And the rule don't put a tag on a broken heart put a toe-tag on your mark And number 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend You better where you heading
I like you, you don't 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 we'll ever be Why (Ma, back at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, I'll hurt feelings in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's nigga can't tell my lips at ya bitch like I'm L L
I smile like a in jail receiving mail Better yet nigga Bookers that made bail day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got
You put on me when you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends into enemies You scared then get the around me Record execs, not to play wit my check I come through my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck (Yeah)
I don't you, you don't like me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely that we'll ever be Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad Yayo in the house, bad news 50 in the house Bad news whenever 50 around bad news
pound's in the house, bad news 40 in the house, bad news I got a knife in the Bad news 50 around it's bad news