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 Kal's in the house, bad I got a in the house Bad whenever 50 around it's bad news
A made the lil man mad I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but put your bitch the Boston crab I talk 'cause it costs to brag Around here bitches walk around wit the outta a horses head
Rap it get your face stuck on bricks I really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch sweet like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a to stop 'Cause I rap enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out the coaches know That's why be around longer than the hope foe sho
You and your man y'all both should all it takes is a finger to send you where 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 like 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 like me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Rule number one a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their Now you got the drop, their daily routine So the second rule please leave the crime clean
rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time Fifth pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm So the shootout you leave him six feet 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 put a tag on a broken heart Just put a on your mark And rule number 11, you a body but you not a legend You watch where you heading
I don't like you, you like me not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
I like you, you don't like me It's not likely we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, I'll hurt your Stones in my cross the of your earrings My confidence level's nigga can't tell Lickin' my at ya bitch like I'm L L
I like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made 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 help that I'm hot little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my turn into enemies You scared then get the around me Record execs, know not to wit my check I come through with my 'cause I'm a pain your neck (Yeah)
I like you, you don't like me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I don't you, you don't 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 in the house Bad news whenever 50 around bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad 40 Kal's in the house, bad I got a knife in the Bad news whenever 50 it's bad news