50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks - Bad News lyrics

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house
Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Trey pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house
Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news

I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler
But I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the
Hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but
I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine
Niggas wit ninety-nine hammers


They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip
The ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found
Out what the coaches know
So I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to
Send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend's a the
Tre pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)

Rule number one pick a target
And study him for weeks
See where they rest at and
Lay with their peeps now you got the drop
Know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave
The crime scene clean third rule pick a day
Fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth
Sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make
Sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave
Him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being
Stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don't put a
Tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe tag on your mark
And rule number 11
You caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

Don't go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like a nigga in
The bookings that made bail
From day one I came in the
Game they said I was hot
They got scared, sent that money
And I got shot you put pressure on me when
You compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggas say to
50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the shepherd
And watch the sheep scatter
My enemies never turn into friends
My friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through and put my knife
On that vein in ya neck (YEAH)

I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house
Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house
Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news