[Intro: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
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
The Trey Pound's in the house
Bad news
40 Cal's in the house
Bad news
I got my knife in the house
Bad news, whenever 50 around it's bad news
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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 player, that found out what the coaches know
So I'mma be 'round 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
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
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 (Mmh)
It's not likely
That we'll ever be friends
Why pretend?
(Ma, Tony back at it again)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
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
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Look
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely
That we'll ever be friends
Why pretend?
(Ma, 50 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 back at it again)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Go 'head, go against me, I hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level is 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 it I'm hot
What little nigga say to 50 Cent don't matter
I fire shots at the shepherd and watch the sheep scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn to enemies
You scared? then get the fuck from 'round me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through and put my knife on that vein in ya neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely
That we'll ever be friends
Why pretend?
(Ma, 50 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 back at it again)
[Outro: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
Lloyd Banks in the house
Bad news
Tony Yayo's 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 Cal's in the house
Bad news
I got my knife in the house
Bad news, whenever 50 around it's bad news
