Lloyd Banks in the house, bad Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the Bad news whenever 50 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 news 50 around it's bad news
A the lil man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad I a wrestler, but I'll 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 face stuck on them bricks I really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to 'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Fox I'm just a playa found out where the coaches know That's why I'ma be longer than the hope foe sho
You and your man y'all should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the go Shit I been since the fifth grade That's why my best friend the pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
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 you, you don't like me It's not likely we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, Tony's at it again)
Rule number one a target and study him for weeks See where they at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their routine So the rule please leave the crime scene clean
Third rule pick a day, rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth pick a nine And the seventh make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you him six feet deep
Eighth in a fast car with disguise Use a ski with shades on your eyes Ninth don't say shit 'cause po-po listen Fuck you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a You better where you heading
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 like you, you don't me It's not likely that ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's 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 lips at ya like I'm L L
I smile like a in jail receiving mail Better yet like 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 say to 50 cent don't matter fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play wit my I come through with my knife I'm a pain your neck (Yeah)
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, 50's at it again)
I don't like you, you don't me It's not likely that we'll ever be Why (Ma, back at it again)
Lloyd in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad 50 in the house Bad news whenever 50 around 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