Bad News Lyrics - 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 its 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 its bad news 

[Lloyd Banks] 

I get little (?) 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 round here at the horse's head (?) 

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 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 where the cokes know 

That's why I'mma 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 

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[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 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 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 

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[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 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 

Licking my lips at your bitch like I'm 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 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 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, no not the (?) on 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 

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 a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news