Lloyd Banks in the house, bad newsTony Yayo in the house, bad news50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad newsTray pound's in the house, bad news40 Kal's in the house, bad newsI got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news[Lloyd Banks]I get little bit mad cause I'm flossin' badI ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch in a Boston crabI talk money cause it costs to bragRound here bitches walk around with hair out of a horse's headRap to get your face stuck on them bricksI don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitchY'all sweet like 99 bananasThat's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammersThey all want a nigga to stopCause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica FoxI'm just a playa that found out what the coaches knowSo I'ma be around longer than the Oprah showYou and your man y'all both should knowThat all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts goShit I been hated since the 5th gradethat's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade[Chorus]I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)[Tony Yayo]Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeksSee where they rest at and lay with their peepsNow you got the drop, know their daily routineSo the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene clean3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nineAnd the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweetSo when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep8th rule meet in a fast car with disguiseUse a ski mask with shades on your eyes9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listenFuck around you end up being stuck in the systemAnd the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heartJust put a toe-tag on your markAnd rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legendYou better watch where you heading[Chorus]I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)[50 cent]Go ahead and go against me I'll hurt your feelingsStones in my cross the size of your earringsMy confidence level is high nigga can't tellLicking my lips at your bitch like I'm LLI smile like a nigga in jail receiving mailBetter yet like a nigga in the bookers that made bailFrom day one I came in the game they said I was hotThey got scared, spent got money and I got shotYou puttin pressure on me when you compare me to PacI'm just a new kid, I can't help it I'm hotWhat a little nigga say to 50 cent don't matterI'll fire shots at the ship and then watch the sheeps scattermy enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn to enemiesyou scared then get the fuck around meRecord execs, know not to play wit my checkI come through and pull my knife on that pain your neck (YEAH!)[Chorus]I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)I don't like you, you don't like meIts not likely that we'll ever be friendsWhy pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)Lloyd Banks in the house, bad newsTony Yayo in the house, bad news50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad newsTray pound's in the house, bad news40 Kal's in the house, bad newsI got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
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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 pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
[Lloyd Banks]
I get little bit mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch in a Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around with hair out of a horse's head
Rap to 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 99 bananas
That's 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
I'm just a playa that found out what the coaches know
So I'ma 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 5th grade
that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its 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
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
[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 2nd rule please leave the crime scene clean
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 rule meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th 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]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its 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
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead and go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level is high nigga can't tell
Licking my lips at your bitch like I'm LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like a nigga in the bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, spent got money and I got shot
You puttin pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help it I'm hot
What a little nigga say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and then watch the sheeps scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn to enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through and pull my knife on that pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its 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
Its 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 its bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
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