Lloyd Banks in the house, bad Tony Yayo in the house, bad 50 in the house Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad
Tray in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad I got a in the house Bad news whenever 50 around bad news
A the lil man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston I money 'cause it costs to brag Around here bitches around wit the hair outta a horses head
Rap it get your face on them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a sweet like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine
They all want a to stop 'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the off of Vivica 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 should know all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the grade That's why my best the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I don't like you, you 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 not likely that we'll ever be friends Why (Ma, back at it again)
Rule number one pick a and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily So the second rule please leave the crime clean
Third rule a day, fourth rule pick a time rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him six feet
Eighth in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on eyes Ninth rule say shit 'cause po-po listen Fuck you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule 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 watch where you heading
I don't like you, you like me It's not likely that we'll 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, back at it again)
Go ahead, go against me, hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of earrings My confidence high nigga can't tell Lickin' my at ya bitch like I'm L L
I smile like a in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made From day one I came in the game said I was hot got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You put pressure on me you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't that I'm hot What 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 friends turn enemies You scared then get the around me Record execs, not to play wit my check I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your (Yeah)
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 don't me not likely that we'll ever be friends 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 it's bad
pound's in the house, bad news 40 in the house, bad news I got a in the house Bad news whenever 50 it's bad news