Lyrics:

Title: Bad News
Artist: G-Unit
Album: 50 Cent is the Future

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 my knife in the house,
(bad news)
whenever 50 around it's bad news


[Lloyd Banks]
I get a little bit mad
cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler,
but I'll put your bitch in the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Around here bitches walk around with hair outta a horses 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 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 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 fifth grade
That's why my best friend the tray pound,
an ice pick, and a switch blade


I don't like you
you don't like me
It's not likely
that we'll ever be friends
why pretend?
(Ma Bank'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 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 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 when the shootout you leave him 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 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 pulled a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading


Look 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]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level is s high nigga can't tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm L-L
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like a nigga in Bookers that made bail
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 niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the shepherd
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 and put my knife through that vein in your neck
(YEAH!)


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

I dont like you
you dont 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 your 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 my knife in the house,
(bad news)
whenever 50 around it's bad news