Bad News Lyrics

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



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







[Lloyd Banks]



Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 where the coaches know



That's why 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 fifth 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



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)







[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 please



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]



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)







[50 Cent]



Don't go 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 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 so much 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 niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter



I'll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps 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 with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)







[Chorus]



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