Bad News (feat. G-Unit)

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 Tre Pound's in the house, bad news
The 40 Cal's in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around, it's bad news
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I think lil' man mad 'cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I put your bitch in a Boston Crab
I talk money 'cause it cost to brag
Around here, bitches walk around with hair that the horses had
Rap'll 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 with 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'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 is go
Shit, I been hated since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend's a tre pound, an icepick, and a switchblade

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

Rule number one, pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with they peeps
Now you got the drop, know they 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 in the shootout, you leave 'em six feet deep
Eighth rule, 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 bein' 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 eleven, you caught a body, but you not a legend
You better watch where you headed, look

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

Go 'head, 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?
Lickin' my lips at your bitch like I'm LL
I'm smilin' like a nigga in jail receivin' mail
Better yet, like a nigga in the bookings that made bail (Woo)
From day one, I came in the game, they said I was hot
They got scared, spent 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 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 with my check
I come through and put my knife on the veine of your neck, yeah

I don't like you, you don't like me
It's not likely, that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (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? (Pretend) Ma, 50 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
The Tre Pound's in the house, bad news
The 40 Cal's in the house, bad news
I got my knife in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around, it's bad news