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