Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pounds in the house, bad news
40 Kals in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
I get little man mad cause Im flossin bad
I aint a wrestler, but Ill put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk round here at the horses head (?)
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I dont really like to exercise but Ill push up on a bitch
Yall sweet like 99 bananas
Thats why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
Im just a playa that found out where the cokes know
Thats why Imma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man yall both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
thats why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks back at it again)
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tonys 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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule dont say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule dont 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 dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50s back at it again)
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50s back at it again)
Go ahead go against me Ill hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence levels high nigga cant tell
Licking my lips at cha bitch like im L L.
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money", and I got shot
You put pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
Im just a new kid, I cant help that Im hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent dont matter
Ill fire shots at the ship and watch the seas 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 with my checks
I come through and put my knife cause Im a pain your neck (YEAH!)
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50s back at it again)
I dont like you, you dont like me
Its not likely that well ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50s 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 its bad news
Tray pounds in the house, bad news
40 Kals in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
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