Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad News, artist - 50 Cent.
Date of issue: 05.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad News |
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 |
A made the lil man 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 |
Around here bitches walk around wit the 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 niggas 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 hope foe sho |
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 |
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) |
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 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 |
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) |
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 |
Lickin' my lips at ya 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 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’ll fire shots at the ship 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) |
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 |