Lloyd in the house, bad news Tony in the house, bad news 50 cent in the Bad whenever 50 around it's bad news
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 the lil man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad I a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money it costs to brag Around bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses head
Rap it get your stuck on them bricks I don't really like to but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like ninety-nine That's why I got niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a to stop 'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Fox I'm just a playa that found out where the coaches That's why I'ma be around longer than the foe sho
You and your man y'all both should That all it takes is a finger to send you the ghosts go Shit I hated since the fifth grade That's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a blade
I don't like you, you don't me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, Banks' 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)
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 rule pick a day, rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a And the seventh rule make sure your sweet So when the shootout you leave him six deep
meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with on your eyes rule don't say shit 'cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up stuck in the system
And the rule don't put a tag on a broken heart put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a You better where you heading
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely that we'll ever be Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I don't you, you don't like me It's not that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, I'll hurt feelings Stones in my the size of your earrings My confidence high nigga can't tell my lips at ya bitch like I'm L L
I smile like a nigga in receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made 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 compare me to I'm just a new kid, I can't that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 don't matter fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into You scared get the fuck around me execs, know not to play wit my check I come with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck (Yeah)
I like you, you don't like me It's not likely we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I don't you, you don't like me It's not likely we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
Lloyd in the house, bad news Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the Bad news 50 around it's bad news
Tray in the house, bad news 40 in the house, bad news I got a knife in the Bad whenever 50 around it's bad news